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The Doctor dreams of Rose Tyler, fantasizes about how she'd look kissing him. How she'd look arching against his body, his name on her lips in the quiet, dark night.
It isn't night. It's daylight on a secluded island, and the Doctor now knows how she feels as his fingers drift over her body, as they gently trace the tan lines left by her tiny bikini top. He sees her eyes fall shut. Her lips part. She speaks his name on a sigh.
Every fantasy he has ever had pales in comparison to the reality of making love to Rose.