Seleste was ready. The alcohol was setting in full force. He had already shown her he had money (maybe she could get some of his bucks before she kicked him out in the morning. Or when she was done with him, either or - whichever happened first, really. In either case, she knew he had stamina and strength. Both of those skills were what she needed this night.

She walked him towards her apartment. She made sure her body kept rubbing against his. She was curious about one thing - did he not feel that chair? "Did you feel the chair hit you? You're full of muscle but I think you should be able to feel it, still." She let her head trace his arm as they walked as she talked. She winked a little.

She laughed at his joke, "Don't worry... By the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll be wishing for an easy guy like him. I'm an... Expert, unlike him." She winked as they went into the apartment complex and up towards the apartment door.

He walked with her, one arm wrapping around her waist as he saw the constant contact. Even then, his body made no reaction; not a shudder, not a moan, not even a deep breath. The bodily reaction she did get was a slight tense when he heard her question, and he looked down at his...companion...as they walked.

"I should have, because everyone else would, right?" he replied after a moment, his voice not necessarily harsh, but it wasn't dripping with sugar and honey either, "But, I'm not quite like anyone you've been with before," he explained, even after getting to the apartment complex and going inside. "I can't feel. I didn't feel the chair, I couldn't feel the wind outside, and honestly? I can't even feel you. Nothin."

As they reached the apartment door, he looked at her. "That ain't gonna be a problem, is it?" he asked. If it was, he could easily go back to the bar and actually get drunk. Sure, the alcohol was already buzzing in his system, but this was nothing compared to what he could do.

Besides, they were basically at the finish line; why go back to square one now?

Seleste leaned on him, enjoying his warmth. She felt his manliness, his strength from right here and there. She had to hold herself together just a little bit longer, though, and then she could. She was almost at the point where they could really enjoy their night.

She nodded at his question and listened intently as he spoke. Huh, no wonder he was such a good soldier. He couldn't feel anything. That meant he wouldn't be able to feel what she could give him - pretty disappointing. For him, anyways. She did have to wonder what kind of lover he was - not able to feel himself, how could he make her feel good?

She unlocked her door, stopping as he asked her if it was going to be a problem. She gave him a devilish grin, "So long as you make me feel good, I don't care." She said it softly, nearly whispering it. She moved up towards his lips, almost about to kiss him. Instead, though, she backed off and opened the door to a very modern, (and expensive) looking 1 bedroom apartment. She smiled as she led him inside, "How do you like?"

She said as she started letting the dress on her right shoulder begin to fall off.

"I can handle it," he said with a slight shrug as she led him inside. As she leaned forward, he did as well, but she was merely teasing; their lips never met. Luckily he couldn't close his eyes so he wasn't caught off guard by this in the slightest; that was one perk to missing the sense of touch, it seemed.

Stepping inside, he looked around the apartment, and he had to admit, it was a fair bit nicer than the one he'd been set up with. But his eyes went from that to her dress beginning to hang off of her right shoulder, and he smiled. "Very nice..." he said as he closed the door behind him, then stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

His hands went for the zipper on the back of her dress, wasting no time.

She gave him a devilish grin as she moved into the apartment complex. They would see if he could handle it - Seleste wasn't so sure. Not everyone had her kinks, stamina, or... Desire. She wasn't even sure how she managed to have so much of it bundled up inside her, anyways.

It wouldn't be long before she'd know though. Only a few seconds after they got into the apartment, Sinclaire was already wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a passionate, wild kiss. He was even already unzipping her dress.

She liked it. There was no games and they were going straight into it. She jumped onto the kitchen counter top, wrapping her legs around his torso as she let her hands glide under his shirt and over his body. She pulled him closer in as they kissed. It might've made it a bit harder for him to get her out of her dress, but she didn't mind making him fight a little for what he wanted.

Of course she was just as eager, or at least...she seemed to be. The reality was that she ended up impeding his progress, but was it on purpose, or by accident? He wasn't good at reading people. But he could read a situation, and he knew exactly what this one called for; he just hoped the young woman was okay with it. And if not...well it was her fault for making the dress so hard to get off.

Grabbing a piece of dress in each hand, where the zipper started, he gave a hard pull, separating it, and the dress tore with ease. From there, he discarded the now glorified scrap of fabric to the floor. "Hope you didn't care too much about that dress..." he murmured, somewhat gruffly as he kissed her again.

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Sinclaire didn't know how much time had passed, currently he lay on the bed, mildly winded, and smirking lightly. The apartment itself was rather....askew. The coffee table was flipped over, the couch was at an odd angle, and various other items were strewn about the room. He lay there in silence, his arms propped behind his head as he listened to his own heartbeat echoing in his ears; the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

She grinned towards him as he tried to read her. One good thing about being a psycho b*tch? You knew people and knew exactly how to manipulate them. He, of course, went for it. The question was more along the lines of... Was he manipulating her and she couldn't see it? It was something she had to think about.

She didn't really expect it but he ripped her dress off. She gasped, acting a little surprised even though she found it to be the hottest thing ever. No one had ever done that to her before. "Oh... I think I know exactly what I want to have wrapped on me right now."

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She didn't know how much time had passed, but she laid on her side on the bed. She had her hand keeping her hand up and she let her hand tip toe around his chest. She felt pretty content - not quite done, but content. The apartment was a total mess. A few neighbors hit on her doors, clothes were everywhere, the mattress was a couple inches off the bed, and several lamps had been knocked into the floor.

She grinned, "Ready for round 2?" She winked.

He saw her fingers trailing around his chest, and he didn't realize it but it made him smile a little. This was rather...enjoyable. Moreso than he'd had in a long time. Most of the time the few people he did this with couldn't handle him; no feeling meant being gentle was sort of beyond him. And to be honest, he didn't really feel like learning. But this girl seemed to enjoy it.

He looked over at her question, quirking a brow a little bit. "Round two already?" he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice, or at least an attempted one, anyway. "You sure you can handle more?" he asked. "I mean, I hope so, but I can't be held responsible if you can't."

She couldn't keep the desire off her face and she leaned in, nibbling on his ear, cheek, and lips. Not a lot of guys could keep up with her, but he seemed to be able too. Maybe it was because of the no feeling thing. Maybe it was just his way. In either case, he was one of the few people that made her actually feel good. Granted, most of the guys she'd slept with had been for a reason - not so much as enjoyment.

She nodded, seriously. "Yeah, round two." She cracked a grin and laughed, "I'm not sure you really know what you've gotten yourself into, Winchester. If it's one thing, I am always ready for the next round." She gave him a smirk and a barely noticeable wink.

He let her nibble at him, even though it honestly didn't do anything for him. Well, it did but it didn't; for him it was just the idea, if that made any sense. He smirked at her reply, he had somewhat of a cocky air to him as he rolled over on his side. She really was something else. He wasn't falling in love or anything, but she was pretty wild, as far as people went. It was somewhat amusing to him. Part of him wondered what else she could do. If she was this skilled outside of the bedroom, she could possibly be of some other use to him.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I think the question is can you handle me?" he asked, putting an arm on her back as he leaned closer to kiss her again, just as passionately as the last time.

She really wasn't entirely sure why she was touching him, letting her fingers glide over his body. The biting, the nibbling. He couldn't feel any of it. Yet, Seleste knew he was enjoying it. Somehow.

Anyways, who cared? She was getting her thrill and this was her definition of fun, so. Whatever. The man did have a pretty high stamina. And he thought he could go ahead, which was great but kind of surprising. Most guys bailed out.

She perked a brow and gave him a playful grin, "I can... Handle you, very well." She gave a smile. As he went in to kiss her, she pulled herself on top of him, continuing the kiss.

She really was a wild one, wasn't she? She would definitely be a fun one, that was for sure, if the apartment was still standing when they got done. Hell, if not, well then it was still gonna be a hell of a time, yes. She was just as arrogant as he was, so whether or not that as a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen. But so far, it was very good.

"We'll see about that..." he murmured into the kiss as she continued the kiss and he let his hands trail her skin, but not gently.

He seemed to try to argue with her, kinda. It was a flirt, of course, but she was too busy in his kiss now.

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She was, yet again, not sure at all how much time had passed. She was laying on the floor in the living room, trying to catch her breath... Again. He was good, really good. He was the only one who lasted this long. Of course, she figured the night might still be young - the sun hadn't started coming up from what she could tell.

She got up to walk over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. They had to stay hydrated during their... Sessions.

He lay on the couch, half his body sort of hanging off of it as he watched her get up, watching with a smile as she walked. He attempted to catch his breath; he was actually sort of winded, which was actually a pleasant surprise.

He sat up on the couch with a smirk, propping his hands behind his head. "Grab one for me too," he requested, not very good at manners.

She chuckled at his request, "say please and I might," she requested from the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle and began to take a few sips from it.

She grabbed another one and tossed it to Winchester, "Think fast." With that, she began to walk back towards the couch, sitting on the armrest.