Author's Note: The first in "The Art of Making Love, One Sentence at a Time" series, which are four drabbles depicting various moments of one sexual encounter between Rory and Eleven. Each drabble consists of exactly one sentence. R&R is appreciated and I will be adding the other three parts soon.
The Doctor is up against the wall of a corridor in the TARDIS, Rory's breath warm against his cheek, which is bringing goosebumps to his warm skin in just another contradiction of the universe but then again, the Doctor supposes that the fact that Rory has him up against a wall in the first place is a bit of a contradiction in itself, since the Doctor's never really considered blokes in a sexual way, no matter the species but suddenly this doesn't matter because, after what has seemed like an eternity, Rory is finally kissing him, pressing his dry lips against the Doctor's, who stops thinking about contradictions and just kisses back because Rory's an even better kisser than Amy, his wife, and at this moment in time, with Rory's tongue stroking his and his long fingers gripping that sandy blonde hair, this is too real to be a contradiction.