Rose was really happy when the Doctor's clone whispered "titty winkies" in her ear, but it wasn't until later that she found he and the real Doctor had some major differences.
Rose was getting ready for bed. The Doctor was waiting in the bedroom.
"Rose," he called. "When are you going to tuck me in?"
"In a bloody minute," Rose replied, as she secured a sanitary napkin to her undies.
"Please hurry," the Doctor said, "I haven't been this cold since I got stranded on Polaris VI in its fourth ice age with nothing but a loofa and some footy pajamas."
Rose licked her fingers and entered the bedroom. The Doctor was lying in the middle of the bed butt-naked, the blankets in a pile by his large feet. His hands were tied to the bedposts with two loofas. A single bar of soap was foaming in his mouth, and Rose thought she could see the contents of Head-and-Shoulders shampoo drizzled across his torso.
"Poor thing, you are cold," Rose said, looking at his crotch. "Mommy will tuck you in now."
"And tell me a bedtime story?" the Doctor sputtered through a mouthful of suds and spit. He still sounded like he usually did when he was excited.
"Shh, don't talk."
Rose put a finger to his sudsy lips, then traced it down to his chest, shampooing his chest hairs. A little dandruff flecked off onto his nipple and she licked it clean. The Doctor whimpered and struggled against the loofa ties.
"Warming up, Doctor?" she asked.
Indeed, his little sonic screwdriver was slightly abuzz. Rose wrapped her hand around it and played with the settings, then remembered it didn't do wood. Oh well, she'd improvise. Maybe a bedtime story would help.
"Once there was an alien called the Doctor…"
The Doctor moaned and lurched at the sound of his own name, his sonic going into overdrive.
"Alons-y," Rose said, and the Doctor bucked his hips, his screwdriver bursting out its sonic song.
It was a sound equal in power to the song of the Ood and Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, lamenting, and all the Christmas carols ever written being sun at the same time. A single tear trickled down Rose's rosy cheek.
"Doctor, that was—" But the Doctor was fast asleep.
Rose flicked away her tear and covered the Doctor from toe to chinny-chin-chin in silk blankets. Then she went to the bathroom and masturbated. It was bloody fantastic.
