The Doctor is pretty sure he's putty in Rose's hands at this point. He shakes when she's right there against him, the friction unbearable. And she's pressing those tortuously soft kisses to his face and neck all the while---when she hits the base of his ear, he gasps.

"Rose!"

That does it. He needs her...and fairly soon would be nice. He moves his hand to the front of her jeans, maintaining eye contact as he moves to pop the button. They're sure, right?

And when he's sure, his fingers slip inside, tentatively cupping a hip, then a cheek. Oh, that's nice to squeeze.