A/N - Looking at the last three chapter titles in a row, I can't help but laugh. "Jealous Sex Trick" sounds like an article in Cosmo.

Thank you to HaruHaruxLove, rainbowcheeselol, MayFairy, Whyna Katran, and ameliority for reviewing!

Also, I hope a Christmassy shot about mistletoe is fluffy enough for you people! (And big thanks to ameliority for the request :D)

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.

"You're cute."

"You're drunk."

"Tipsy." Emma corrected the Doctor, reaching up to tap him on the nose. "Boop!" She burst into giggles and collapsed against his chest, causing him to stumble back into the jamb of the archway. She suddenly sighed, pulling at his bow tie. "I've always thought your bow tie was cool, Doctor."

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back a bit, smiling down at her. "Have I ever told you that you're one of my favorites?"

"Ooh, Rory, look who's all cozy under the mistletoe!" Amy ran over, dragging an extremely drunk Rory behind her. "Y'know, you can't just hold her. You have to give her a kiss."

"I'm not holding her!" His face went pink. "She's just drunk and has no coordination! I'm trying to keep her from falling down and breaking her neck, that's all."

"Sure you are."

"I'll have you know-" He was forced to stop talking as Emma placed her pointer finger on his lips. He was almost happy to see that she was blushing as hard as him, her drunkenness seemingly gone.

"Let's give them a nice show so they leave." She gulped, licking her lips before leaning up and giving him a soft and quick peck. "There." She turned to Amy and Rory. "Are you-" The Doctor jerked her back and pulled her forward, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "Mmm!" Her wide eyes slowly fluttered closed as she kissed him back.

Rory, though completely pissed, had enough of his own mind to be disgusted by the two. "How is this funny again, Amy?"

"He was supposed to get all embarrassed! Not...eat her?" For a moment, they dipped their heads, intrigued by how into the kiss that the Doctor was.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Rory put a hand over his mouth and ran off. Amy was quick to follow.

"No, Rory, not in that woman's purse!"

Meanwhile, Emma and the Doctor finally broke apart, both breathing heavily. "Whew! That was a good way to get them to leave us alone. Oh, champagne!" Emma grabbed a glass of the alcohol as a waiter passed by with a tray of them.

"Yeah." The Doctor huffed, watching her with a dazed look on his face. "It was."

A/N - Yeah, that wasn't really fluffy. I'll write something fluffier. If you think the Doctor was out of character (I can admit, he sort of was), I can create a sort of companion to this one-shot of Emma remembering the kiss the next morning and asking him why he did it? Okay, there you have it. My attempts at fluff. And what a sad attempt it was...