On her eighteenth birthday Rose had been presented with a long thin box by a group of her giggling girlfriends. When she finally opened the package 'alone and in private' later the next day (as instructed) she was presented with a bright pink, glittery vibrator. What had started as a joke among the girls soon became a loyal companion, even after she had met Mickey, he was nothing special in that department, and he never managed to make her feel quite the same way. So it wasn't surprising that Rose had even risked sneaking it onto the Tardis after their first return home and to her rising amusement the Tardis managed to provide a never ending supply of AA batteries whenever they were needed.
There had only ever been one 'incident' when the Doctor almost caught her. Not long after joining him on the Tardis and after a particularly frustrating meeting with Jack, Rose felt she was in dire need of what she had come to call 'stress relief'. She had always tried to stay aware of where the Doctor was on the ship when she locked herself away but on this particular occasion she had lost all control with a remarkably potent fantasy and began moaning away as she imagined the vibrator was attached to a certain man she had spent the last few days with...well, certain men.
"Rose?"
With a horrified yelp Rose's eyes shot open and she fumbled with the controls, suddenly aware of how hideously noisy the vibrations were. It was the Doctor, and by the sounds of it he was right outside her door. Hearing the scream and completely misinterpreting it, the Doctor burst into the room in full heroic stance. His entire face changed colour as he was greeted by (from all that he could see) a naked rose, modesty only just protected by her duvet which she hugged up against her chest. She was flushed and a light sweat covered her brow. She was also, not very impressed.
"Errr...sorry, sorry, just...you were calling my name, and then screamed and..." His considerably large ears had turned a deep crimson and he was horribly aware of how hot tight black jeans, a jumper and a leather jacket could be.
"Shower." she blurted. "I just got out of the shower, no need for the amateur heroics really..."
She paused, aware that the flimsy excuse wouldn't explain why she was moaning his name, but hoped that fact he had invaded her privacy when she was clearly naked would scare him enough to send him scurrying without further discussion.
"Right, yeah, obviously. Carry on!" he flicked on a stupid grin and marched out of her room shutting the door with an apologetic nod.
He fought the urge to ask the burning questions her story attracted. Like why, if she had just got out of the shower, there were no towels in the room and from what he had seen she was pretty much bone dry.
After he changed Rose found herself more attracted to the Doctor. She became increasingly despondent at his mood swings and mixed signals, just like the old body really, one minute holding hands and cuddling up in what she started to call the 'living room' deep within the Tardis and the next distant, aloof, almost angry. And so her ritual became more frequent. Go to interesting but inevitably dangerous planet - run for life - rescue/be rescued by Doctor - flirt hideously - hold hands/hug/have far too much physical contact - run and hide away in her room - lock door - fantasise with the vibrator until completely satiated or alternatively Doctor knocks at door and asks what the hell your up to. The plan worked fine. Until, after almost losing her in the 50's, the Doctor greeted her with a hug that forced all the air out her lungs and looked at her just like that and when she eventually got back to her room and opened the bottom draw of her bedside cabinet, it was gone.