"Life is short, Doctor and you are hot."
The Doctor really isn't sure how to respond to this statement, coming out of the mouth of a drunken Rory Williams, who is mere inches from his face. His breath smells like raspberry flavored vodka and the Doctor has always had this thing for raspberries so he has to look at the floor, fingers clutching one of the rails in the TARDIS control room. He wants to tell Rory that life really isn't short; after loving and living and crying for over nine hundred years, he wants to tell Rory that life is definitely not short. As for the second part of the drunk man's statement (why did the TARDIS feel the need to provide Rory with alcohol?), the Doctor is completely speechless. He doesn't think he's hot in either meaning of the word; his body temperature is rather comfortable and he'd go more for handsome, if he had to pick a word to describe his looks.
"Rory, life isn't... and I'm not... and why are you..." The Doctor groans and turns around because all he can smell is raspberries and the more he smells them, the more he just wants to lean in and kiss his male companion.
"Doctor..." Even facing the opposite way, the Doctor can't get away from Rory. The man says his name in this sing-song voice and the Doctor just groans again, caught between wanting to spin around and wanting to just smack the TARDIS for setting this situation up in the first place.
"Doctor, life's short for me," Rory whispers, his stubble scraping against the Doctor's neck and suddenly, he understands just why his big blue box got Rory drunk. The Doctor's always had a soft spot for humans and their happiness and he knows that, if he turns around and does what his body so desperately wants to, he'll be making Rory happy. Humans live such insignificant lives; they die so easily and the Doctor knows that, if Rory died tomorrow unhappy, he would buckle under the sheer misery. It's really the least he can do; just some kisses. That's all.
So he spins back around and presses his palms to Rory's cheeks, cradling his face as he kisses him over and over, both of them smiling when their lips aren't touching. It's in between kisses that the Doctor realizes something else, making him momentarily pause.
Rory's right. Life is short. If the Doctor died tomorrow, that would be the end; his regeneration cycle isn't complete. They can both die at any moment, from practically anything, whether that be a Dalek or a Weeping Angel or anything. So when Rory starts tugging at his shirt and unsnapping his braces, the Doctor just smiles and returns the favour because after all, life is short and, according to Rory Williams, he's hot.
Author's Note: Yes, I know that this is really random but nonetheless. R&R is appreciated. :)