Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or any of its characters. I only claim the characters and story I create amongst these chapters.

A/N: So part of this may get a bit heated. I don't plan on them actually getting involved for a while, but I need to establish that a change is going on in Willy's way of viewing his adopted niece. If any of you think this may be going too fast, it's that instant attraction I want to convey. And not that I don't want to give anything away, but a few chapters in, the lust he feels will be suppressed. But no worries – there will be plenty of hot and heavy action between Cosette and our favorite candy maker.

Also, the French phrases are translated at the end of the chapter.

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Chapter 2

Welcome home!

Almost home, almost home, almost home, Willy Wonka chanted to himself as the plane touched down at Heathrow airport. He had been away from his beloved factory for almost two months, and although he had never felt as relaxed as he did on his extended vacation, the time had come for his return.

When the fasten seat belt sign had been turned off, he got up and collected his things: a single bag and his top hat which had gone unworn during his time in the Caribbean. In fact when he had gotten to the islands, he had abandoned the clothes he had brought and purchased a completely new wardrobe. Baggy shorts, t-shirt, boat shoes and a straw fedora had become his outfit of choice. He even had a slight tan. This is how he entered the airport on a particularly warm and sunny summer day in London.

He made his way down to pick up his suitcase filled with various souvenirs for the Bucket family and some more of the wonderful shorts he had discovered at a small shop in the Cayman Islands. He walked out into the blinding sun and asked the attendant to arrange for a taxi. Then he sat on a bench near the door to wait.

As he arranged his bags around him he felt the strange sensation that he was being watched. He straightened and looked around, finally spotting the source of his paranoia. He was indeed being watched by a young woman on a bench to the right of the door. Their eyes met and quickly he looked away. But when she remained staring at him, he looked back over at her.

"May I help you?" he asked slightly perturbed, slightly curious as to why she was staring.

She got up, walked over to his bench and sat down next to him, "Are you Mr. Wonka?"

He had been intimidated by her boldness and didn't answer right away. She was indeed young, not much more than twenty. With tanned skin that made her icy blue eyes and pink lush lips stand out. Her long brown hair was thick and shimmered with small golden streaks, obviously from all the time she must have spent out in the sun. On her petite frame she wore a white linen dress that stopped mid thigh and it was belted in the middle to show off her slender waist. A nude pair of pumps graced her feet making her appear taller than she actually was. She was a stark contrast to the pale, proper women that Willy had seen throughout the airport. It made him even more curious as to who she was and where she came from.

"Are you Mr. Wonka?" she asked him again and he snapped back to reality.

"Yes," he replied quietly, "do I know you?"

She giggled and instead of answering his question she replied, "I believe your taxi is waiting."

Sure enough, the cab driver had gotten out of his car and was making his way over to Willy to grab his bags. Willy hurriedly gathered the rest of his things and with one last look at the strange woman, he got into the back seat and closed the door. As the cab sped away, another car pulled up into its spot and the woman gathered up her own things. The man driving got out and ran over to her.

"Cosette!" he hugged her then pulled away to take a look at her, "you are all grown up!"

"Well it had to happen to someday Charlie," she smiled and hugged him again, "it's so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you. Mom and Dad are going to flip when you get home. And what, young lady, did you do to your nose?"

He took her chin in his hand and turned her face to the right. A small sparkle caught the sunlight.

"You pierced your nose?" he asked and she blushed.

"Mai oui mon frère*," she replied cheekily.

"What are we going to do with you?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh well, I guess it is back to Paris for me," she turned to go back into the airport but he grabbed her arm.

"Oh come on, you're an adult now. I guess I no longer have a say in what my baby sister does anymore," he pouted.

"And don't you forget it!" she smiled as she watched him grab the bags from her hands.

"Was that Willy I saw getting into a taxi just now?"

"I think so," she replied nonchalantly.

"Huh, he's home a week early from his trip," he said as he put her bags in the trunk.

Cosette remained silent as she climbed into the passenger seat.

"He'll be so excited to see you," Charlie continued as he started the car.

"You have no idea," she replied under her breath and they took off.

Mr. and Mrs. Bucket had prepared a hero's welcome for their youngest child. There was a banner hung above the kitchen that read, "Welcome Home Cosette!" Even the oompa loompas were happy to see her return and had brought her some of the newest Wonka creations to try.

After several hours of being doted upon, Cosette insisted on taking a short nap before dinner. She made her way up to her room though she had forgotten how small it was.

I'll have to get a room in town as soon as possible, she thought; I'll never be able to work in here.

She plopped down upon her rickety old bed and removed her shoes. After massaging her aching toes for a moment, she laid down and fell fast asleep.

"Cosette!"

No, not yet, she grumbled to herself. She had been having the most wonderful dream.

"Cosette!"

She rolled straight out of bed, forgetting where she was and landed hard on the floor. But instead of getting up, she just laid there.

"Cosette!"

"What?"

"Dinner is ready!" she heard her mother yell.

She groaned as she sat up and smoothed out her dress. Slipping her feet back into the pumps, she took a look in the mirror to fix her hair and then left the room.

"Well don't you look chipper," Charlie joked with her as she entered the kitchen.

"Ha, ha," she replied and stuck her tongue out at him. There may have been eleven years difference between the two of them, and Cosette may have been away for the last eight years of her life, but already it was just like old times.

Just then, a loud knock was heard at the door.

"That must be Willy!" Mrs. Bucket exclaimed.

"Oh, he'll be so excited to see you, Cosette," Mr. Bucket continued.

"I'm sure, Dad."

Charlie left his chore of setting the table and went to the door.

"Come on in! We have a surprise for you," Charlie said motioning for Willy to enter.

"Oh really? I love surprises," he entered and looked over to the sink where Cosette was standing with her back to him, washing her hands.

As she turned, a look of surprise washed over him.

"I met you at the airport today, didn't I?" he asked.

"Willy," Mrs. Bucket began, "what are you talking about? This is Cosette."

Willy looked between Mrs. Bucket and Cosette, and slowly comprehension came to him.

"Sadie?" he looked at her, a small smile growing larger as she came towards him and hugged him.

Oh god, I wish I had changed, he thought, instantly becoming uncomfortable in the baggy shorts, boat shoes and tee-shirt. His hair was also, somewhat unkempt.

"Hi Uncle William," she said right next to his ear. It made him shudder and his eyes widened. Cosette didn't notice it though and kept hugging him. It felt good that she had seen everyone now, like she was really home.

"Alright, time for dinner everyone," Mrs. Bucket interrupted their moment and they split.

They all took their seats around the dinner table: Mr. and Mrs. Bucket at both heads, Charlie to his father's left, Willy next to him and Cosette across from them. Immediately the conversation turned to Willy's unexpected early return.

"I just felt I'd been away long enough," he reasoned.

"You went to paradise and figured, 'I need to get back to my factory and get to work?'" Mr. Bucket asked half-stunned, half-sarcastic.

"There are things to be done," he replied with a smile.

"At least the trip seems to have loosened up your fashion sense," Cosette commented looking down at her plate.

Willy looked up, somewhat surprised to hear her voice, "Is that a compliment?"

"Yes," she replied peering up at him, "you look relaxed and at ease. It suits you."

Willy blushed noticeably and the table went quiet. Finally, Mrs. Bucket broke the silence.

"So dear, what have you been up to?"

It was a strange question to ask someone whom they hadn't seen for years, but what else could be said really? The answer to this question covered over four years of projects, achievements, how the latest exhibit of her work had gone ("could have been better"), and what her newest creative inspiration was.

"Actually old fashioned candy is what I'm interested in right now," she began and Willy's ears perked up, "the colors, the quirky fonts, the nostalgia involved, it fascinates me."

"Well what do you plan to do next? Are you staying in London?" Charlie asked.

"I was thinking that I would for a while. Maybe see if there was somewhere I could do some research on my newest inspiration."

She went back to eating her green bean casserole and casually mentioned, "Maybe you could help me with that Uncle William?"

Willy, who had been silent since her compliment, looked up, "ah yes, of course Sadie."

"Thank you," she smiled at him, "the only thing left in the air is where I will stay."

"Well here of course, dear, this is your home," her mother said.

"But my room is much too small to work in. I need a studio, some space to spread out and continue my creative process."

"Well," her mother sighed, "I guess we'll start looking in the morning."

"Thank you Mama," Cosette said.

"She could always stay in the factory," Willy offered.

"I appreciate that Uncle William, but I need a space with natural light. And we all know there aren't any windows in the factory."

"That's where your wrong, Sadie," he smiled.

She cocked her head to the side in confusion, "I've been to every corner of the factory. I don't ever remember there being a room with windows."

"Well, you've been gone a long time my dear," she could almost sense a bitterness to his tone, "things change."

"May I see this room?"

"If you wish," he replied and went back to his plate.

"When can I see it?" she asked.

"As soon as we've finished dessert."

"Oh that's right!" Cosette jumped up from her seat and ran to her room. She returned a minute later with a brown paper wrapped box with a bow on the top.

"I almost forgot these!" she handed the box to her mother who began to open it.

"I found these in a quaint bakery on un petite rue* off the Champs Elysees."

Her mother gasped when she saw the decadent balls of chocolate and cocoa powder. She grabbed the box back from her mother and presented it to the table.

"Voila! Petite bon-bons pour vous tous*!"

Charlie and Mr. and Mrs. Bucket clapped in appreciation as Cosette made her way around the table to place a single bon-bon on each plate. Willy only joined in when he noticed the rest of them doing so.

Immediately her family took their first bites and each found them to be delicious. Willy had to admit, the bon-bon wasn't his chocolate, but it was very good.

Cosette, satisfied with the reactions from the table, took her first bite and she moaned at the bitter cocoa mixed with the sweet milk chocolate. She saw Willy's eyes widen. She thought it was in fascination with the bon-bon he appeared to be examining. What she didn't know was that the innocent moan that she had emitted had caused a tightening sensation in his pants.

That's strange, hepanicked, what brought this on? No, can't think about this now. All I have to do is get through this dinner, show her the room and then I can go back to my work in peace.

Of course, part of him was feeling extremely guilty for having such reactions to the young women he had once considered to be like a daughter to him. It was wrong, dirty, naughty . . . and there was that tightening sensation again. He couldn't help but ogle a lone drop of chocolate on the corner of her mouth. How he wished he could brush it away with his napkin . . . or his hand . . . or his lips . . .

Where is this coming from! He felt frustrated.

"I can't help myself," he heard Cosette say and it instantly made him look up.

"Uncle William," she continued, "could you pass me the box? I have to have another one."

"Of course, Sadie," he replied as he picked up the package and held it out to her.

She leaned over to grab another one, and Willy's eyes drifted downward to the neckline of her dress. In her current position, he could make out the curvy half-moons of her bosom as well as a hint of a nude, but very sexy, lace bra.

Once she grabbed another bon-bon, Willy all but threw the box on the table and launched out of his seat.

"Thank you very much for a lovely dinner," he voice was nervous and high, "goodnight."

He swiftly made his way to the door but Cosette spoke up, "what about seeing the room Uncle William?"

He didn't turn around, just stopped at the threshold, "tomorrow Sadie, I'm not feeling too well tonight."

"Ok, well feel better," she replied.

She saw his head nod and he left without another word.

The next morning Cosette woke up to the smell of pancakes and berries.

She quickly showered and put on a pair of straight legged jeans, black flats and a white thick-strapped tank top. Putting on just a bit of makeup and tucking her wavy wet locks behind her ears, she made her way into the kitchen to be greeted by her mother, father, brother and surprisingly, Uncle William who was now wearing jeans, a loose button-down shirt and an old beat-up pair of boots.

The Caribbean was good to him, she thought.

The four of them were already eating so she sat down to join them.

"Good morning dear," her mother greeted her.

"Good morning Mom, Dad, Charlie, Uncle William," she began.

"I hope you are feeling better," she directed to Willy.

"Yes," he wiped his mouth with his napkin, "much better thank you. I'm sorry I could not show you that room last night."

"It's alright," she said as she dug in to the plate her mother had prepared for her.

"How about we go and do that after breakfast?" he asked her.

"Only if you think you're up for it," she replied after swallowing a mouth full of pancakes.

"Yes, of course," he said.

"Alright then," she smiled at him.

He felt his heart flutter just a bit.

Willy led Cosette down a series of twists and turns. Room after room of colorful experiments lined the walls. Cosette had spent hours traversing these corridors, but right now she felt very much a foreigner in the place she had once called home. She wasn't sure if it was because she had been away for so long, or the steely manner her Uncle William had been treating her to since they had left the Bucket home.

Cosette wanted to say something to break the awkward silence, but she was out of breath. Willy was walking so fast; he was a good ten feet in front of her. Now she considered herself to be in tip-top shape, but she just couldn't keep up. If she went any faster, she would be running and that would make her look like an idiot in front of her beloved adopted uncle.

Cosette was sure they had been walking for almost an hour when she decided it was time to say something.

"Uncle William?" he stopped abruptly but did not turn around.

"Yes my Sadie?" she could hear the smile in his voice but could tell it wasn't genuine.

"How much longer 'til we get there?"

He turned to her, "It is just down this hall."

She smiled at him, attempting to get one in return but instead he just turned and continued walking. She followed until they finally reached a single red door at the end of a dead end hallway. He took out a large key ring with probably hundreds of skeleton keys attached and fiddled with it until his eyes lit up, pleased he had found the right one.

He put it into the lock, turned it and opened the door. He stood to the side and motioned for her to enter before him.

Cosette's mouth dropped open in awe. The room had a ceiling made of glass and the far wall was also a huge window that looked out onto the whole of London. Cosette hadn't even suspected they had traveled upward in the factory, but somehow they must have because before her was Big Ben, Tower Bridge, Parliament and a view of some of the most quaint streets of the big city.

She walked over to the large window and just took it all in.

Perfect, she thought.

She then continued to look around the room. A large vanity sat to one side of another door, possibly a bathroom she reasoned, and a bed as big as her room in the Bucket house sat to the other side of it. Everything was styled in a rather Indian fashion. The walls were painted an impossibly brilliant gold while her bed was adorned in a fine silk comforter in a rich red with gold tassle trimmings. Huge pillows in every color of the rainbow adorned the head of the bed and the rug had definitely been imported from the foreign country with its red, gold and fiery orange swirly design.

There was also a desk and a set of drawers that looked as if they had been imported from China which matched the vanity and another door that was open and led to a huge walk-in closet. It wasn't until she had left the closet that she noticed an entire section of the room filled with easels, canvases, paintbrushes, hundreds of tubes of the finest paints she had ever seen, pencils, coal and all kinds of oil paint tools. There was even a big barrel sink for her to wash out her paint pallets that had been set on a small counter next to it.

"I hope you don't mind, I had the room furnished just in case you decided to stay. But if you don't like the colors or the theme of the room, I can have it changed," he said nervously.

She ran up to him and hugged him, "It's perfect!"

He slightly pulled away, a little uncomfortable with her closeness but she refused to let go.

"So you like it?" he managed to get out.

"Like it? I love it!" she squealed as she left his arms and went to jump on the bed. She settled in and patted the seat next to her.

"Come sit with me?" she asked.

"Uhh, I really have some things to attend to," he said as he started to leave the room.

"Oh come on Uncle William, relax!" she patted the spot again.

He shifted uncomfortably but knew it was no use. He walked over to the bed and gingerly sat down next to her.

"That's better," she said as she moved closer to him and he gulped. They sat there like this for a few moments. She was taking in the magnificent room he had prepared for her. He was panicking at how he enjoyed the feeling of her soft hair brushing against his arm. Finally he let go of the panic and let his head fall back. It was then that a familiar warm sensation filled his lower regions.

"Oh!" Cosette cried and Willy sat up, afraid she had seen his growing erection.

"I have to show this place to Mama," she smiled as she got off the bed. Willy breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I don't know if I will be able to get back," she looked at him.

"It's easy. Just take a right at the end of this hallway, head down that hallway, take the elevator to the first floor and once the doors open, you'll see your house in front of you."

"If it's so easy, why did we take the long way?" she asked.

"I wanted to make you work for it," he winked.

Translations:

Mai oui mon frère* - But yes my brother

un petite rue* - a small street

Voila! Petite bon-bons pour vous tous.* - Here it is! Small bon-bons for you all.

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