The Doctor remained as still as a statue when Rose reached out, put the moment her hands came into contact with him, he took a sharp breath of air, expanding his chest, then slowly releasing. It might not very long for her since the last time they touched, but for him, it had been centuries. And despite how he asked her to go with the Meta Crisis version of himself, the fact still remained; he was in love, and would always be.
He couldn't help himself.
Slowly, tentatively, he raised both his hands from his side and rested them upon either side of Rose's hips.
"Well," he muttered, his voice low and calm sounding, hiding how he was actually nervous, his hearts beating quickly. "You know me. I've never been one to follow good advice."
A pause. Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon Rose's lips.