Title: Logic
Character/Pairing: any Doctor/any female companion
Disclaimer: Don't own anything (but am thinking of buying a sonic screwdriver off ThinkGeek)
A simple application of non-Gallifreian geometry will explain that a small confined space is a small confined space, inside and out.
There's a formula somewhere predicting the rate at which the Doctor will end up in life-or-death situations.
The aforementioned small box and the rush at which they crammed themselves in explains the awkward proximity of their bodies, the impossible tangle their legs have become, his face inches from hers, her chest pressing into his.
He is sure there is an equally logical explanation for what he does next, but he is too busy kissing her to think of it.
