Did she trust him? Did she want him there? Was she comfortable in his presence? Was his motive of pure consolation sincere? These were questions India found herself asking herself with which she all answered simply.

No.

But when he out his arms around her to further their duet she couldn't help, but admit the atmospheric change.

Before she played alone in a contemplative manner pondering things far beyond her comprehension while idly moving her fingers to match musical notes. Then when Uncle Charlie sat down the air became dense and the tension in India was evident.

Together they skillfully matched one anothers tact; Charlie enjoying the melodious melee and India angered at he fact that this stranger dare challenge her. Their expressions gave way to this as Charlie wore a clever smile and India's brows were seemingly in a permanent furrow.

But it all changed when Charlie put his arms around her to continue the song. He flustered and charmed her, but she refused to let it show. She didn't have to. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and he darkly smirked because of it.

The song began to pick up in tempo and India's breathing quickened. He caressed his chest against her back and rested his head on her uper back listening to her breathe; basking in the response he so easily caused her to yield.

This feeling was something she had never felt before. She crossed her ankles as she felt the electricity of her and Charlie playing such sweet music together and the tingling that began to trouble her untouched areas.

She began to breathe faster and faster and as the song reached it's climax so did she. Her fingers glided over the notes as she became closer and closer, her Uncle Charlie smiling all the while when finally she finished in all senses of the word.

When she finally worked up the nerve to look beside her, Uncle Charlie was gone.