"You taste like –" Christina paused. Because, drunk or not, she had a feeling it would come off very bizarre to tell the random woman whom she'd just snogged that, beneath the copious amounts of booze, the ginger woman tasted like time, space, and an explosion of infinite and endless possibilities.

"Like what?" Donna asked, leaning in so close to the brunette that she was just barely balanced on the edge of the barstool.

"Like nothing else on earth," Christina concluded, with a smile at the stranger, as she drew forward to meet her lips again. "And I love it."