The Doctor has turned evil.
It’s the only explanation she can think of. Don’t get her wrong through – Rose loves this new side of him. She just wishes he’d done this earlier, before this rapid procession of new world after new world, new experience after new experience. Just her and him now.
So many new thrills…
Making her walk round strange new worlds with a vibrator stuffed inside her, held fast inside her by an increasing wet pair of panties? Evil.
The way he leans over when they’re temporarily out of earshot from anyone else and whispers delicately in her ear about just what he’s going to do to her when they get back to the Tardis? Evil.
That look he gives her when he’s about to activate his sonic screwdriver and make the metal within her pulse? That cheeky little eyebrow lift and wink over the edge of his glasses at her? She loves that.
Those straps he’s been attaching to the Tardis walls, and making her blush terribly when he asks for her opinion? She can’t stop thinking about them.
She’s enjoying this so much.
She hasn’t thought of Mickey for almost an hour this time.