Alice was lost in his kisses, feeling something building up within her stomach. It was intense need, for [i]him,[/i] for what he was giving her right now and what more he had to offer. Her head tilted back slightly as he trailed his lips along her neck, gasping softly. Her hands slipped around to his back, fingers twisting into the rough fabric of his shirt. His words were hazy, and she had to blink a bit before coming to her senses again. As soon as she did, he was all over her once more.

"N-no," she murmured against his lips, pressing her forehead to his and closing her eyes for a moment. "I-I know, it's not the drink, don't say that." She didn't want him to think it was false, or that the alcohol had gone to her head. Although she might be less shy, she still knew what she wanted. Alice returned his favour, kissing him down his neck and grasping at his shirt. She undid one button, then another, before kissing the exposed skin. Her one hand paused over the side of his chest, feeling the beating of his heart. She looked up at him, smiling deviously. Oh, this was [i]naughty.[/i]

The passion he'd exuded was no joke to her. She wasn't drunk on wine or rum; she was drunk on love. Giddily so. Her breath was shortened and her heart was beating in her chest. She'd fallen prey to one of the 7 deadly sins - lust. And she didn't even want to resist it. No wonder that people were tempted by sins. Alice wanted him to touch her, but she didn't have to speak to communicate. This was all action and physical and breathy exclamations. His heart's beating was fast as hers was; he was enjoying it just as much.