She stood still, staring at him, too scared to move.

He did the same, afraid that if he moved closer to touch her, as he so longed to, she would flicker and fade as nothing more than another dream. A dream dreamt up by a desperate mind. Afraid that if he even dared so much as to blink she would be gone, lost again to the world of loneliness and uncertainties.

They stood there, just staring, until they both moved suddenly, at once, towards each other in some fluid motion. They met soundlessly, her hands threading through his hair, his arms encircling her waist. He held her tightly, she clung to him and they formed something which lacked single definition, something which can only be described with words such as 'safe' and 'love' and 'home'.

He pressed his lips to hers, she responded smoothly, hands gripping his shoulders as he guided her backwards, downwards, onto the bed. Hands expertly removed clothing, lingering to touch and tease patches of skin.

He lay on top, slowly pressing inside her; his mouth pressed to hers to swallow her moans. Their bodies arch and move together, dancing to music that only they can hear. She rocked to meet each of his thrusts, fingers digging into his shoulders and back, wrapping around his hair.

They clung to each other desperately, each afraid the other would slip away if they ever dared to let go. They came together quietly, nothing like either had expected the first time would be.

He pressed his face to hers and whispered, begged to her, "Don't ever leave me again."

A single tear fell from her eye as she whimpered her reply, "Never."

Moving his lips to her ear he croaked out a single word, telling her more than he ever thought he would, "Rose."

She understood, he had known she would, she didn't need to reply but did so anyway. "Doctor."