All her good intentions of 'just friends', 'being supportive' and remaining 'over him' flew right out the bloody window. Well, the door. The TARDIS didn't really have windows as such.

He felt exactly as she remembered -- strong, wiry, a little too thin to be cuddly, and slightly dangerous.

"I'll have to keep you in line, then," Rose breathed, post-kiss. Or pre-second-kiss, depending on how you looked at it. In the kissing gap, at least.