Disclaimer: Don't own it. But I do own a sonic screwdriver toy and a Doctor Who action figure.
Rose was bored. Not normal bored, where there's nothing much else to do apart from play around with the settings on your computer, which isn't really a very good idea anyway, but TOTALLY bored. Plus, she couldn't find her mp3 player, which probably would have sustained her for another hour. Or less.
So, she had taken to mooching the TARDIS, looking for the Doctor. She poked her head into his room without knocking; he usually wasn't in there anyway. She immediately withdrew her head and closed the door as quietly as she could, dissolving into silent fits of laughter. Once she had calmed down enough to trust herself, she silently opened the door again.
There he was, sideways on to her, eyes closed, singing and dancing along to I Predict A Riot, wearing her pink bra, holding her mp3 player. Immediately his eyes snapped open and he spun round to face her, his ears turning a violent shade of red, before his cheeks followed. He snatched the bra off and threw it backwards onto the bed behind him.
"Rose! What have I told you about entering without knocking?"
Rose raised one eyebrow and grinned saucily.
"Oh, I don't know, I've always wanted to see you in a bra."