At his admission, her eyes widened, "I need you make me feel like this, make me feel... something, everything..." She did say as often as possible but the desperation and the need was there in her eyes anyway. She needed to feel things again, she was drowning.
He could be her savior and her downfall, if he wanted to be. She just had to trust that he'd chose the right one.
She licked at her lips again, slipping back into Alice, and kissed him deeply, her hands tugging at his hair, before breaking away and toeing out of her shoes. "We should probably clean up," she looked at the clock - they'd been here for over an hour already, and other crew members would be milling about by now. She slipped back into her panties, not actually bothering to 'clean up', and then her skirt and bra. She didn't want him to leave yet, though, didn't want the spell to break, didn't want him to walk out and decide this was a terrible mistake. She was drowning and had breathed life into her lungs again.