[The awkward becomes a bit less awkward when he relaxes into it and her hands slide up his chest to come to a rest on his shoulders. She tip toes up into the kiss a bit more, sort of standing on his feet and making the kiss a bit deeper. She slides one hand to the curve of his neck, fingers sliding a bit into his hair. There's a little sound of appreciation in the back of her throat and then a few moments later, one of almost frustration as she breaks the kiss breathlessly.] Better than with apples?

[Honestly he almost couldn't have not relaxed into it. One arm wraps around her middle-to-lower back to support her against him while she stands on his feet and then her hands in his hair again which is the best feeling and he needs a couple of moments even after she breaks the kiss to get his thoughts together so he can form coherent sentences. And work out why he's breathless too; he really shouldn't be.] S.. So much better.

[She's pretty sure she's tingling all over from the tip of her toes up to her head. His breathlessness and that slightly stutter on his words makes her a little giddy because she, Rose Tyler, is responsible for that. She bites her bottom lip and nods a bit, not moving away.] Think we ought to have the real thing now. Just to test. [And she leans over, stretching a bit so that she doesn't have to move from the spot she's in right now to nab an apple out of the bowl and dip it into the honey. She brings it back over to them, dripping with honey and making a mess then holds it out to him.]

[For an entire second he has no idea what she means by 'the real thing' because all of that seemed quite real in a slightly dizzying, out-of-body experience kind of way. He doesn't quite get to nodding his agreement until she's already leaning back with the apple slice. He regards it as it drips honey on his shirt and then leans forward to take a bite out of it, looking at her as he chews and already he's more clear-headed.] Not really sure it compares.

[She really should have chosen her words better because he has a point. He may be more clear headed but with him watching her that way, she's far from clear headed. She's still utterly fuzzy, entirely warm and a bit dizzy. It's a fantastic feeling. His answer makes her smile as she leans back over to dip the other half of the apple slice in the honey. She doesn't take a bite until she's straightened up again. Honestly if he were to let go, she'd end up falling at this point. She takes a bite, licking the honey from her lips and nods.] Think you're right. No comparison but I might need another taste to tell for sure. [She's looking up at him and by the look on her face, clearly not talking about apples.]

[What is it with them and eating and kissing.]

[Well that's just flirting, right there. Not that everything they've been doing hasn't been, but that one is clearer and blatant-er and that might be because he feels a little less confused by things in general right now. The whole walk around the supermarket and on the way over there was a lot of time to think - over think, really - but now that there isn't, it's better. Easier. He takes about half a moment to sort of just appreciate the look on her face and then leans down a bit

and licks her cheek instead.] Nope. Definitely doesn't. Much better than apples.

[And that makes her laugh out loud. She grabs hold of his sleeve, still giggling.] My turn.

[And she tip toes up and lick his jawline.] Mmmmm, apples are jealous.

And they can continue to be so as far as I'm concerned. There are far more interesting things to be had in the room at the moment than apples. Far more blonde things. Tasty things. Slightly foundationy things, but the chemistry makes up for that.

[She winces slightly and ducks her head, turning the slightest bit pink.] Sorry 'bout that. I'll have to find less foundationy tasting foundation to put on. [She bites her bottom lip and looks up at him.] Hadn't realized I'd get tasted today. Not complainin'. 'Sides what 'bout all the Doctory things in the room? [She waggles her eyebrows the slightest bit at him then tiptoes a bit more and licks his cheek then nibbles a bit at his ear lobe.]

[She's adorable when she's being all pink and yellow.] Wasn't really expecting to do a whole lot of tasting today myself. Really it's not too bad as far as most of your normal make-up can be concerned. [He might have continued but she does that eyebrow waggle thing and then gets very close again and oh wow.] Doctory things, yeah. Lots of ingredients. In foundation. [That arm helping support her is holding just a little bit tighter.]

[She runs her hands up into her hair.]

Lots of ingredients in Doctory things too. [She pulls back a bit to smile at him.] Think I like the way they taste better than foundationy things.

[Hah yeah that clearheadedness is mostly gone again...]

Well, I'll be sure to stop wearing foundationy things then.

[Clearheadedness is over rated, Doctor. She grins at him.]

Is that givin' me permission to do this when I want then?

[You may never be clearheaded again, Doctor.]

[He hadn't even started thinking ahead to the possibility of multiple occurrences or repeats. The fact that she seems to be is kind of amazing.] I think... It would be very difficult to turn that down under the circumstances.

[She's had years to think about this. Not plan, necessarily but think of it. She tiptoes back up to rest her cheek against his and whisper in his ear.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[She's also stalling, a bit and giving them both a chance to get used to this, the idea of this. She doesn't want either of them to regret this later. Nor does she want minds to be changed. Slow, lots of permission and easy teasing is better in the long run regardless of how much she wants to push faster and harder. It's part of the reason she keeps her cheek pressed to his but the other reason is because she wants to savor every single part of this. She wants to savor the way he feels against her, the way he tastes and smells and sounds. Later, whatever happens, she doesn't want to loose any of this. It creates a feeling of overwhelming love, desperation and nerves not to mention a good deal of flirting and teasing.]

[She does feel the deep breath he takes but she's not really sure what it's about. Maybe relief, maybe control--although it will be a long while before she believes she'll ever be able to make him use any of his control. For all she knows, he's smelling her, which isn't as weird as she would have thought before she met the Doctor. If he can taste more things than she can, it would make sense to her that he can smell more things as well.

When he rests his head in the crook of her neck, everything in her softens. She slides one hand down the back of his neck to rest on his back between his shoulders. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, fingers still massaging his neck and through his hair. She turns her head just a bit to place a kiss against his head and rests with her lips against his hair. She takes her own deep breath and lets it out. Now there's just love and a deep, absolute contentment. This is what she ripped through dimensions for: this man. Not because he's an alien or the Doctor or because he could take her places. Just for him.

It feels like they stand there that way for several seconds before she speaks, her words just a whisper.]

Let's go lay down. Get me off your feet. Just layin' down.

[It's a different sort of hug but it's still a fantastic one. As though it could be anything less with the pair of them being so well-versed and whatnot. He may very well be taking advantage of the closeness to smell, but it wasn't the initial point of it. Just a happy sort of relief and letting some of the awkwardness bleed out of things - staying in the moment through conscious physical awareness instead of letting the mind wander forward.

It is a while before he hears her whisper. The sentences seem to be less alarming as she continues on with them, although there's a sort of reluctance to move in addition to considering things that prevents an answer for a couple of seconds. His isn't so much a whisper - doubt he can actually do that when it isn't something lives depend on - but it is quiet.] Okay.

[Well she learned how to do this with his Ninth self. She feels the same way about his room right now. There are boundaries for both of them. The living room with it's hammock bed is a comfortable neutral zone.

She'll get in first, lying kind of on her side and pat the space next to her so that he can climb in and lie down beside her. Once he's there and sort of settled back with his head in the crook of her neck, she drapes one leg over him, her bare foot against his calf. Her free arm ends up across his chest, fingers back in his hair, her head bowed against the side of his head. It's all very comfortable and very wrapped up in each other. She doesn't speak for a while but when she does, it starts with a soft laugh.]

Bet the honey, caramel and chocolate syrup are feelin' a bit left out right now.

[And clearly she doesn't care. There is no other way she'd rather be spending the evening. The world can feel left out if it wants. Right now there's just her, him and this room: their own little Universe. It's the only universe she really needs.]

They just wish they had a Rose-blanket.

[It's very easy to fall into the own-little-universe mentality when Rose is around. They've been doing it since the last incarnation, when they weren't dancing in the second World War, and probably before. He's quite content with the aforementioned Rose-blanket, with his own arm around her playing with the ends of her hair and his other hand resting right near hers on his chest.]

[She laughs a little, the feeling of giddiness definitely seeping through all the contentment. She fiddles with the buttons on his shirt. He loosened his tie earlier when they were trying to determine how many clothes they should take off and now she has better access to the buttons on his shirt. She might even be daring enough to undo the top one.

Yeah, they picked up the own-little-universe thing rather quickly. She's in no hurry to change that.]

Think I'm partial to the whole Doctor-bed. Could get spoiled you know.

[It's part warning, part permission asking and part just letting him know she likes this. She doesn't realize he can feel her emotions and pheromones yet.]

[He might be hyper-aware enough of everything right now to have a small pulse increase if she's that daring.]

I hadn't noticed.

[Yeah and he's lucky she hasn't realised that, and that she's not directing them toward him specifically, and that they aren't directly touching now that they've gotten more comfortable with touching. As it is he's back to a fairly murky sort of headedness still anyway.]

Wouldn't want you getting spoiled though. Might lose the new-new quality.