A/N - Remember when I said angsty chapters were coming? Not yet! I'm in too good of a mood to write angst :)
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"Doctor, that's not my shoulder."
"What's not your shoulder?"
"The thing that you just so happen to be groping!"
"Then what is- oh." The Doctor slipped his hand away from Emma's chest, glad she couldn't see him blushing.
"Alright, this closet can't be that small. Let me just-"
"Ah! That was my foot."
"Oh, shut up. You groped me."
"It's not like I did that on purpose! What - what are you doing?" He squirmed, feeling her hands on his body. "Oh, who groped who?" He was answered by a punch to the stomach. The punch was followed by a loud squeak as Emma slipped on something wet, and slammed right into the Doctor. That sent him stumbling the quarter of an inch back into the door, and the impact made the poor thing nearly fly off its hinges. The loss of a surface behind him had him falling flat on his back, Emma tumbling after.
"Now look what you've done!" She hissed. "Our only hiding spot and you've ruined it!"
"Me? May I remind you that you're the one who got all handsy and slipped?"
"What on earth are you two doing?" They looked up to see Rory frowning at them.
The Doctor offered a weak smile. "Not hiding from your wife?" The smile was wiped away as Emma stood, grabbing him by his jacket and dragging him back to the closet. She peeked her head back out to glare at Rory.
"You saw nothing!" The door slammed shut.
A/N - I'll just leave you to wonder why they're hiding from Amy...