A/N - Thank you to Superdani4Ever, ProcrastinatingPyro09, UltimateDoctorWhoFanGirl, MayFairy, Time Lordyness, and ConfusedSoAmI for reviewing!

Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who. I only own my OC, Emma Walker.

"Ow! Stop pulling!"

"I'm trying to get free!"

"Evidently, it isn't working! My hand is about to be chopped off!"

"Now you're just being dramatic!"

Emma glared at the Doctor. They'd officially been captured for two hours. The latter hour of the two was spent handcuffed to a bar on the wall in some abandoned dance studio; together. As in, there was one pair of handcuffs looped through the bar and they each got one end of it. It wouldn't be so bad if the Doctor didn't think he could squeeze out of the cuffs. Each attempt ended with the metal digging into Emma's wrist. "If you hadn't told them you had your sonic, they wouldn't have taken it, and we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Oh, all the blame is on me, eh?" He scoffed. "I'm not the one who wanted to come here. We wouldn't have come here if you hadn't used your womanly wiles on me!"

"Womanly wiles?" She would have her hands on her hips if one of them wasn't trapped above her head. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how you were all, 'Oh, Doctor, you're so sexy. Please?' and then you..." He rolled his shoulders, licking his lips. "Rubbed up against me."

Her jaw dropped. "I hugged you for agreeing to go! I swear, every single time we go somewhere I want and something goes bad, you act like I manipulated you and forced you into going. Meanwhile, more often than not, I just mention the place and you get all excited!" She raised an eyebrow when he just stared at her. "What?"

"Thinking about the hug." He cleared his throat. "And you. In handcuffs."

"...sweet Jesus in Heaven. You know, if someone had told me I would be releasing the horniest bastard in the world, I never would have touched you." Though she felt a bit of warmth in her abdomen at the thought of him tying her up. Or vice versa. By the look on his face, he knew it. "Don't look at me like that! We've been captured, let's just wait until we're free."

"Right." He nodded, thumping back against the wall and nearly convincingly acting as if he wasn't in pain from hitting his head on the bar. "You're right. I should be thinking up a plan, anyway." Rather than rambling on until he thought of something, he sat in silence, which was pretty suspicious. "Oh, I've got it!"

She groaned when he jumped, tugging on the handcuffs again. "What?"

"We snog until they kill us!" He grinned, his tone optimistic. A few months ago, he probably wouldn't have suggested such a thing, but he shockingly couldn't come up with any plans and once he got a taste of Emma, he became a bit...obsessive. At one point, he'd tried to convince her to have sex in a public library. And he'd suggested it loudly. In front of an eighty-something-year-old librarian. Poor thing was still in the hospital from heart failure...

"Brilliant!" She was on him in an instant, straddling his lap and kissing him as hard as she could. She snapped her hips against his, making him moan. Reluctantly, he grabbed onto her hip to stop her.

"I said snogging, not shagging." Despite wanting to have sex at all times, he still blushed at certain words. "Don't need our captors walking in on that, do we?"

"I'm wearing a very flowy skirt that would cover everything."

"Oh? Oh!" He chuckled.

Emma leaned over to kiss him again, giggling against his lips as her hand slipped between them. She snapped his braces off and then moved to unbutton and unzip his trousers. That's when it began to get tricky. She tried tugging them down, but it was difficult with one hand and the fact that he was sitting. "Doctor, could you just...I can't..."

"Yeah, yeah, of course." His hand reached down to attempt to help her. "Ow, okay, hold on!"

"This isn't working! I need two hands for this." She started to slide off his lap and ended up catching her foot on his, sending her tumbling back down. Only this time, her knee slammed between his legs. "Ow! Really, again?" Though she was focused on how that made the handcuffs dig into her wrist yet again.

"Emma..." The Doctor squeaked.

She was trying to rub her wrist when she looked at him. "What?"

"Knee. Move it. Please."

"Huh?" She looked down. "Oh, my God!" She moved to straddled his lap again, her hand going to his cheek as his head fell back and he let out a shaky breath. "I am so sorry! God, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine! I didn't have use of one of my hands, why not add in...other things."

She pressed a kiss to his chin. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Oi, you have got to be kidding me!" She looked back to see Amy and Rory standing in the doorway. "We have to save your sorry arses and here you are, snogging! Unbelievable."

A/N - Yeah, I don't know how I feel about this...