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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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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."

"It might seem unnecessary, but you're in a room filled with shit that's unnecessary. Yet, it exists and it sells like crazy, because people will do the most ridiculous of things if it means they get sex at the end of it."

Faith shrugs, shoving a few of the items off the bed and just getting more comfortable now. "Not having preferences is fine, too. Those things aren't supposed to come pre-loaded onto you. Those are things you learn, you figure it out, so that when you do get physical with someone you can make sure things go good for both of you."

"I appreciate the insight but it is unlikely that I will ever be physical with anyone else," let alone a mortal. Castiel sighs and returns to the bed. He sits down immediately and folds his hands between his knees.

"Why is it unlikely that you'll hook up with someone? All I hear about in this castle is how much it tries to get people in bed with each other."

She'll gesture around the room. "I mean, it set you up with a bachelor pad and a half. I bet this bed vibrates and spins. Just because you think it's unlikely doesn't mean it won't happen."

"It isn't something I desire." Cas remembered the whore house with Dean and Chastity's irritation with him. It wasn't something he wanted to repeat. He didn't have the same needs as a mortal man so he did't pine for women the way they did.

Faith thought about it for a moment, humming before she turned to glance at him, "Did you desire to kiss me at the wine tasting thing?"

The kiss, he still remembered how passionate and forceful it was. A large part of him had actually taken enjoyment in it. "Not initially."

She turned over onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as she glanced up at him, "So, I'm just sayin' that just because you don't want it to happen doesn't mean the castle won't try to make it happen. This room is probably the castle's idea of how to put us in the mood. It just hasn't put the whammy on you to actually want to use all this stuff."

"While you're very attractive, I have no plans of fornicating with you," Castiel says turning his chin down to make eye contact with her. The whole conversation was getting to less uncomfortable and easier to bear.

She laughed, lifting her eyebrows at his blunt statement, "Wow, Wings, here I thought all this talk was your plan to seduce me."

Shaking her head, she exhaled, "Look, I'm not about to make you do something you don't wanna do. I'm just sayin' that if you wanted to, I wouldn't argue."

"I'm sure you would." Despite Cas' feelings on the subject he reaches over and presses her fringe behind her ear before letting his back hit the bed. He stares at the ceiling with the same stony face he always had on his face.

The touch was a bit odd, but she's not going to call attention to it. Instead she just rolls onto her back and exhales, a bit loudly, but it's still a sigh.

"So what d'you want to do now? We're stuck."

This was a dilemma. Now that he was trapped he felt suffocated and like the walls were closing in. It didn't show outwardly save for one small twitch in his right eye but after some time spent soothing those fears he speaks again his voice only hesitant for a moment before he gives into what's happening around them. "What would entertain you?" There's a moments pause. "Save for coitus."

Faith laughed, tipping her head back to look at him, "You think I'd be entertained by coitus? I might enjoy it, but it's not what I look for in my entertainment. Coitus takes work, Castiel. It requires skills and effort. My entertainment is for when I relax."

She will think about it though and when she finally arrived at an idea, she sits up straight on the bed.

"We could watch a movie."

Staring at his knuckles for a moment Cas raises his brows in skepticism. "My experience with human media is even more lacking." His blue eyes lift to meet her glance. "What would you care to see?"

Her shoulder pops up in a shrug, taking a moment to think.

"Before I ended up in a coma there was a movie 'Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels' that looked good. We could watch that."

His face falls a little bit at that, "You were in a coma?" Sighing he shifts closer to her, bumping her shoulder with his own. "I have no preference so if that's what you would like to see I'm willing."

"Eh, things happened back home. The whole package shuts down when there's a mortal wound on the line."

Her hand rests to her abdomen, knowing there's a faint scar that her body couldn't quite get rid of. "I got stabbed, fell off a building -- no big."

Cas is genuinely concerned and it shows on his face. She's so much like Dean, the constant need to be strong alive in her just like him.

"That is not an unimportant injury."

"Pretty sure she intended to kill me, probably should've."

Faith was trying to be nonchalant about it, but really given the last trip she had back home, things weren't really going to be an easy topic.

Cas frowns visibly knowing all too well what it's like to have people try to kill him, and sometimes even succeed.

"That is unfortunate," he responds in a light airy voice. "Why would anyone want you dead?"