Most of the time she's very aware that he loves her. Doubt only rears it's ugly head when he's being supremely stupid. She shimmies out of her knickers and slides her hands in his, pushing them down his hips along with his pants. She slides her leg up a bit higher, around his thigh so she can pull him closer.

"I know," she tells him quietly. It's important that he knows she knows. "I love you too, Doctor," she says in a rush of breath, tilting her head up to kiss him again. It's part just needing to feel his mouth against hers again and part the need to keep him from saying anything else in response. She doesn't want him to think she needs to hear anything else.