Maybe he had seen her for the last seven months. Had it really been that long? And she loved him for it. But to love her, to put up with and live with the emotional wreckage that was Rose Tyler...it took a strong man. But then, who was stronger than the man who'd pulled himself back from the brink of collapse more than once? And she'd helped that man. She'd held his hand through those changes. Maybe he could do the same for her.
Of course, any thought of fighting him on it was gone once his lips met hers. It wasn't the first time. Not for her. But him... His Ninth form had kissed her and Cassandra had used her body to kiss him. But for him, this was their first kiss. And it was gentle and sweet and while a part of her screamed that this was wrong, the rest of her wanted it too much to fight.
A moment later she pulled back, searching his eyes. "I've missed you. Even more than I realised. I didn't want to. I want to be stronger than that. But I just don't think that I am." Absently her hand reached up, running her fingers through that thick, dark hair of his, making it stand on end the way she liked it best. Even if Peter did compare it to a cockatoo. "Does this mean... Well. What does this mean? For us, I guess?"