"Yeah, around...ooooh, thirty seconds or so," he nodded. "But how long it took to admit it, that's the proper question."

He ran his fingertips down her arms, almost as if he was mapping out her skin with his touches. He followed his fingertip touches with his lips. A different sense, this time, taste rather than touch.

It was difficult, for him, to be both a lover and the Doctor at the same time. To try to keep himself who he always had been and still be someone new for her.