A/N: I don't own Stoker. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. I would be rich.

India looked out the window of Charlie's car. She stared at the golden sunflowers along the winding road. The wind messing up her dark hair. It created great contrast between the light of the sunflowers and the dark of her hair. It reminded her of her self. It was like her soul. Not completely dark and not completely light. India glanced at Charlie. He was focused on the road with his hands tightly on the wheel. He was enchanting and smooth. He was the devil himself. And India loved it. Charlie then looked at her.

"India, is something wrong?" Charlie said with his voice like smooth chocolate. His voice was also enchanting.

"No. I'm just wondering when we'll be in New York." India replied. India wanted to arrive in New York. She was anxious to. India wanted to get away from her past life and embrace her new one. And she wanted to sleep in an actual bed.

Lately, they've been crashing at seedy motels since they left home. All of them have been creepy. It didn't bother her, she just wanted to lay down and relax. India wanted to bask in the joy of making it to New York.

"I know. We're almost there. We'll probably arrive in a day or two. Are you hungry. I think there's a town close by." Charlie said. He was always asking about her opinions and what she desired. It was very nice.

India looked at him again. Specifically his eyes. His eyes were like hers. She sometimes though she looked more like him than her parents. They both had fair skin and dark hair. And they both had the blue eyes. But his were more enchanting. They grabbed you and demanded your attention. They made you feel like melting in a puddle because of their intensity. And most of all, they were beautiful. Charlie then smirked. He knew she was eyeing him. India smiled.

"I'm a bit famished." She replied like she hadn't been eyeing him. Charlie then smiled his special smile and placed his hand on hers.

It sent a shock through her. She gasped. His skin was so cold and soft. She felt his fingers move so they were now holding hands, fingers entwined. India looked down at their hands. She felt a bit bold. She started to move her thumb to stroke her Uncle's hand. India kept staring at their entwined hand. Charlie then let out a deep surprised breath in response. India looked up and they were now parked at the side of the road. She turned her head in question and he stared at her in response.

"I want to try something." He said while unbuckling his seat belt. He let go of her hand. Then with both, he went to cup her face. India swallowed. He started to caress her cheek. His left hand sliding down her neck. She leaned into his touch. He then brought it back up. He started leaning into her. And in response, she did as well.

Then, finally his lips were on hers. It was soft and chaste, yet firm and passionate. India moved her hands to bring his face closer. Then suddenly his lips were off of hers.

"India, we have to stop. When we do this I want it to be in New York on our bed." He voice was deep and full of internal struggle.

India kept looking at him and then nodded.

That's the end of this chapter. I felt really proud of this one! Finally wrote the first sexyness moment between these two! SUCCESS!