So this is kinda... Eh. I'm running out of ideas and I'm way behind. So I'm using the first idea that pops into my head and just going with it. And I'm slightly ashamed to say I had to use Google to find out what holly berries are. Anyway, enjoy. :)

Amy had decorated the TARDIS, being careful not to hang up anything to suggestive, like mistletoe. Because as much as she would love to, the Doctor was… Well he was the Doctor, and the Doctor happened to be totally clueless to anyone's emotions. Not to mention how he completely freaks out when she even shows a sign of having an emotion. Oh how much fun he would have had when she got to her teenage years if she had of gone with him when she was little.

"Amy?" she heard him call down one of the halls, "Amelia?" he tried again, "What's all this Pond?" he asked when he finally found her.

"It's Christmas Doctor. Get in the spirit."

"And how exactly is you covering every inch of my TARDIS with things that sparkle going to help with that?" the Doctor asked taking a step closer to her so that he could smell the perfume she was wearing. Vanilla. Very nice. She also wore that when we went to- Focus!

Amy hesitated. Why did shiny things make people get in the Christmas spirit? She didn't know. "It just will, okay?"

The Doctor looked doubtful. He wasn't really one for Christmas spirit. He looked around. It looked like Amy wasn't really one for hanging up decorations either, they were spread everywhere messily with some places looking relatively bare and others looking overloaded in sparkle. He looked up; there were even things on his roof! The TARDIS must have had something to do with that. "Amelia," he started slowly, "What are the things on my roof?"

"Holly berries." Amy answered simply.

"And why are they on my roof, Pond?"

"Because I couldn't find any mistletoe," Amy answered without even thinking. Was she looking for mistletoe? No. But would she have used it if she'd accidentally found it? For sure.

"Mistletoe? As in kiss under?" The Doctor spluttered. Amy turned red. Was it really that bad for him? The thought of kissing her under mistletoe? She turned away from him and fought away the tears that were forming in her eyes. She didn't need the Doctor to like her, she had Rory waiting back home. The mere thought of it made her stomach flood with guilt. But Rory just wasn't him. She wanted a guy who made her see fireworks every time she kissed him, who gave her butterflies every time she saw him, and as much as it hurt her to admit it, Rory wasn't that guy anymore. He had stopped being that guy a long time ago.

"Amy?" the Doctor asked softly. He could tell he'd done something wrong, he didn't know what, but he knew it had made Amy upset. "Pond, look at me, please."

Amy whipped her head around and a loose tear fell down her cheek. "Amelia, what did I do?"

"Is it really such a horrible thought for you? Do you really hate the thought of kissing me under mistletoe that much?" She had tears pouring out of her eyes now, but she didn't care.

"Amy. It's not that. It's that I like the thought of it." The Doctor answered softly, brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb.

Amy let out a shaky laugh. "Too bad I couldn't find any mistletoe then."

The Doctor looked at the festive berries on his roof one more time, then down at the beautiful woman in front of him, and before leaning in, he smiled and whispered "Close enough to mistletoe."