His hearts were still thudding against his chest, but not entirely from the nightmare. The dreamscape faded slightly as Rose's lips found that little spot on his jawline that no one had been near in half a millennium.
Oh, he liked her lips against his neck. He liked them very much.
The Doctor closed his eyes, trying to focus on something, anything to keep his composure. His hands threaded into her hair, and the Doctor stared at the ceiling, doing his level best to keep his mind away from such things. Wasn't his to initiate, really. Wouldn't rush a thing. Nope, not at all.