The Doctor's hands went to her hair, drawing out the kiss for as long as he could possibly manage. This was very much a 'him' space, and while they hadn't been intentionally avoiding hanky-panky here, it was high time they did.
Vaguely he was aware that her hand felt just a little different, the slightest hint of a metal band around her fourth finger.
Grinning against her lips, his fingers went to the hem of her jumper. His jumper. The jumper.