Oh Rose, Oh...Rose. All the Doctor could think was her, how soft her skin was, how she tasked like fruit and spring and hope and love. And how he couldn't taste enough of her.

While his lips continued to taste her skin, he took her hands and guided them to his shirt. Off,, he spoke in her head, Take it and the t-shirt off.

There was a reason why he'd not spoken those words with his lips, that would be because they were busy wrapping themselves around her breast, the rough pad of his tongue grazing her nipple.