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Who: Faith & Castiel
What: Awkward and Uncomfortable 101
When: Feb. 11th & any other days.
Where: Castiel's room.

Faith didn't sleep. It had been worse since she'd gotten back to the castle. She'd shut her eyes and see things that she knew she didn't want to look at again. She'd been seated on the floor of the club, her back to the bar with a bottle at her side. Maybe she'd drifted, but she knew she hadn't exactly fallen asleep.

She did wake up though.

She woke up in a different room, with a hell of a lot of trashy romantic suite decorations up.

"Who booked the honeymoon suite?" Faith remarked, glancing around the room and then she spotted Castiel seated on the bed. He'd probably just woken up too, but Faith didn't know that. She was just checking out the deep red satin sheets and the fact that the bed seemed to be a giant circle. It probably rotated too. Plus, there were rose petals on the top.

"Damn, Wings. If I knew you wanted to get up on this again I would've packed an overnight bag."

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When Cas came to his first realization was his company, which made him uncomfortable to start but the state of the room only exacerbated that.

It takes him a few moments to respond to what she's said, his brows knit hard into the line of his nose.

"Why would you need an overnight bag?" He didn't understand the reference or why he should be up on anything.

Faith was already beyond her initial statement and touring around the room. It was the perfect excuse to not discuss the rest of the things that she was avoiding. It seemed the castle was more than happy to provide her with a suitable distraction. Her fingers ran against the silk and satin sheets and other bed linens.

She moved to open the standing armoire to see what was inside. Oh, this is definitely interesting. "Nevermind, I don't need an overnight bag for this slumber party -- the castle sent me something to wear already."

Faith pulled out of the closet something that barely could be considered actual clothing. It barely stayed on the hanger. "C'mon, this whole set-up? Me just wakin' up here? It's the wishing thing right? You wanna figure out how to handle some of those human things you felt in Paris?"

Now he's mildly irritated. He doesn't like being out of the loop and this is one of those moments where he has no understanding of what's going on.

"I didn't wish for this," he replied a little affronted by her evaluation of things he might have, but wasn't, feeling in Paris.

Frowning, she realizes pretty quick that this is one of those castle things. Just like Paris.

"Oh. Yeah, I can see how that'd be not like you."

Faith isn't really sure what to do at this point. "So, I should probably go."

"Personally I have yet to grasp the castle and its ability to grant wishes," he admits. He hadn't really wished for anything but his sword and trying to ask for more seemed gluttonous in his opinion especially when he couldn't be sure that the items weren't flawed in some way. "But I haven't had company in a while." Since Paris he's retreated into himself. He didn't like being human, or feeling human. It brought back the memories of when his grace had diminished the year prior and while they weren't exactly bad ones they were uncomfortable. "So you should stay."

He still has no idea that the castle is suggesting that they be romantic. He hasn't ever seen lingerie in his life so he has no personal knowledge of what it's used for and hasn't yet bothered to take a closer look and connect the dots. The bed is just a bed, oddly shaped, but it serves its purpose.

She nods, but still moves to at least try the door. Which doesn't help the situation when she realizes she can't leave.

"Can't leave, even if I wanted to now, I guess."

Exhaling, she'll move over toward the bed and flop onto it. She lays beside him, tipping her head back to look up at him, "So why haven't you had company in a while?"

Cas steals a passing glance at her beside him, adjusting his palms on the covers of the bed with an absent minded sigh. "It didn't occur to me," he admits. Which was an easy way of glossing over the fact that he'd been lost in his own mind and thoughts. "I wanted time alone," his blues scan her face. "It just carried on longer than it should have."

Faith nods, just barely, and shifts to face him more on the bed. It's not as if she knows what to do in this situation. She feels a bit off when it's just talking, because she doesn't really get around to being okay with talking about herself.

"Yeah, I've been doing that too. Not that I actually want to be social these days."

That surprises him, maybe just a little. Faith had always seemed very social to him, much more social than the likes of the people he usually surrounded himself with. "I would have thought it was the opposite," their last meeting hadn't exactly gone well.

There's a shrug of her shoulder, before she rolls over, on the bed, onto her stomach. Looking up at him, she tries to figure out how to explain her trip back home. She hadn't really talked to anyone about it.

Damon a bit, but not to the point that she felt like he understood. Sam a bit more, but things were still not going to get any better there.

"While back I ended up back home. Not... like I left, but that thing where you're just asleep here and alive back home. Kinda creepy, but it happened... or must've happened."

Cas gives her a curious look, he hadn't yet heard of the possibility that she speaks of but he tries to leave his own desires out of his judgment and listens to her speak with his hands folded between his knees.

"Something happened there that caused you to withdraw," it's the most obvious thing in the world to him and he doesn't have the tact not to comment on it.

There's a soft shrug that comes from her, popping a shoulder up in response. "Yeah, but I'm trying to work on it."

It's not that Faith doesn't want to have friends and people around her that care, but she's just not used to people actually caring about her. They usually just care long enough to find out if she's in trouble or about to cause trouble.

"It isn't as easy at it seems," the working on it. He knew that from experience. Standing up finally on the bed and casting a look down at Faith as he goes he pilfers through the things that had shown up in his room with the most curious of looks on his face.

"No, it's not." Faith could agree with him there.

She watches him, though, smirking a bit as he starts to rummage. "Need any help there, Wings?"

"I find it interesting that you all put so much influence on sex for this holiday," running his fingers over the smooth satin of some lingerie he turns back to her brows furrowed. "I thought this day had more to do with what you all feel is love."

Faith shifts to sit up more, turning to face Castiel as he filtered through the items.

"Yeah, but most of us think love is too complicated, too difficult to actually talk about or deal with. Sex is easier. It feels good and no one is gonna say no to something like that."

"You'd be surprised," Castiel hadn't ever been intimate with anyone and while he'd seen more than enough from the pizza man he'd only ever gone so far as kissing. "Love is very complex, but so is intercourse in my opinion."

"Oh, c'mon. Sex is easy. Friction, contact, grinding," she makes a small face at her words, really trying to pass on that emotion behind it all. "Insert tab A into slot B and repeat."

She smirks, glancing over at him, "You've never had sex."

Visibly blanching at that Cas tries to move through his initial pause so his discomfort isn't as evident. "No..." he replies in a quiet voice. "I never had occasion."

"Guy like you? Girls gotta be climbing all over you trying to get in your pants."

Faith says this as she shifts to kneel on the bed, glancing over to him some more. "It's that whole innocent and needing to be taught thing. Some women just love that kind of a challenge."

With a slightly irate look on his face Cas sets the lingerie down. He knew more than most people thought about copulation and the act. He wasn't as naive as people chose to think, but they always came to that judgment anyway. About most things.

"I have little time for sins of the flesh."

"Back home? 'Cause here there's nothing but time." She knows, she's been wasting hers all over the place.

"Look, I'm just saying there are a lot of different types of women and some of them like the guy that lets them teach them all the ways to get things going. It's control and it can be pretty hot."

Faith herself had taught a few guys back home around the corners, but here she'd lucked out with the more experienced ones. "No one says you don't have to be lying to the girl to make them feel a bit more special."

"Despite my inexperience I am more than acquainted with coitus," he replies dully. Not really having much interest in a conversation that was clearly making him uncomfortable. "I don't see why I would have to lie."

"Coitus? Damn, five dollar words and all. No one says you have to lie, Castiel, but there are guys who do because it's what the girl wants."

She shrugs, dropping back to sitting on the bed a lot less 'on her knees' and more relaxed. "Hell, guys do a lot of shit because it's what the girl wants, because sex is what they want more than to have love."

"That seems like an unnecessary manipulation tactic," and Castiel was pretty familiar with those in his dealings with demons. Not sexually and not for the sake of anything physical but lies to achieve one's goals was all too common with them. "I am not well acquainted with those things so I have no preference to either."