She didn't know why she agreed to this.
But she thought the bottle of wine , her, Martha and Jack had consumed had a lot to do with it.
The three of them were tipsy, the Doctor, however , wasn't, refusing to have a few drinks with them, after successfully saving another civilization.
It was Jack who had suggested playing it, and the Doctor , always up for some form of entertainment, had agreed straight away.
It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.
As the spinning bottle slowed down speed, Donna groaned.
It was pointing straight at the Doctor. He had a beam that stretched from ear to ear.
'Ugh' she muttered, as he puckered his lips.
'Come on Donna.. kiss, kiss, kiss..' Jack and Martha chanted.
'NOT HAPPENING, he probably has alien germs!' Donna snapped, as the Doctor pouted.
'Please ' he begged. Donna shrugged, she didn't want to be a party pooper. She leaned over, and gently, their lips met in a quick peck.
'WOOHOO!' Jack shouted, and they broke apart.
The Doctor was flabbergasted. He wiped his lips.
'Well, that was nice' he said.
'Don't get used to it, its not happening again' Donna told him firmly, as the Doctor pouted again.