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Family Ties [bit, NightStalker73au]

Charlie watched her move closer and reach out for the drink, taking a few sips of his own he closed up his book setting it aside in the large pocket on the outside of his chair. Relaxing back further he spoke softly.

"Sophie then it will do you good to stay here, perhaps I can organise some light parties that you will able to not be so shy at."
 
"I'll be fine," she insisted. Then she thought about what he said again, "You can do that?" The girl was growing more and more impressed with all of his ties, all of the strings that he seemed to be able to pull.

She rested her eyes on the glass, her hands still not moving. Then she lifted it lightly, another look, observing it like some science project, and pulled it to her lips. The liquid passed through from the glass and she swallowed, a small sip was taken. Sophie trembled and seemed to not breathe. She hadn't imagined how strong it would be. The girl stood there silent for a minute, then gave a sharp cough.

Her eyes sought him out, a meek smile playing on her lips, almost questioning if such a reaction was normal. Such a bashful thing she was.

There was another sip, and this time she knew what to expect. Although it still went down hard. There was another cough, and a delightful flush stole her cheeks.
 
Charlie watched her take a few sips of the liquid, her coughing was to be expected as he moved forward in his chair. Setting his glass down he stood and reassuredly made her sit on the large couch. His words softly spoken before leaving for only a few minutes. "Relax here please." Entering again he set down a large plate with chocolate cake on it, taking a slice for himself he spoke. "Eat something as well, it will help better for later after alcohol fully hits system."
 
Sophie wasn't sure if she even wanted another drink. And, yet, she didn't want to stop herself from finishing the glass. She was sure that he'd poured what was an appropriate amount for an obvious first-timer, and didn't want to disappoint. When she sat down there was another small sip and another short cough, her eyes slightly watering. Sophie fanned herself and got it under control before Charlie came back in.

"Alright," speaking as she cut herself a modest piece of the cake. Taking a bite she perked up, "This is delicious."
 
Charlie sat down with his piece of cake and watched her take some. Smiling at the approval from her he nodded his head and picked up his glass. A few more quick mouthfuls and the liquid hit the back of his throat nicely, his eyes moving past her towards the large fountain remembering when he first got it. that night had been a good one, tonight could also be the same as he spoke.

"Sophie are you allergic to any food at all. Anything I should know from that perspective."
 
The girl, so small, was such a light-weight. The girl wasn't drunk by any means, simply elevated. It was still so strong she could hardly stand it. Another swig, larger than the previous three. She got it down but had to hold her head for a minute. Sophie took another bite of the chocolate cake.

"Hmm?" She thought about it a moment and answered, "Not... really. Nothing I can't handle." The cake was divine, and she had another bite. "I mean, I'd say lactose intolerant, but I can still have small amounts of milk. I'll just get nauseous if I have too much." A bite. "And citrus. It's not like my throat will swell up so much that I die or anything, but my mouth will get sort of puffy."
 
Charlie heard her words in between her sips of the liquor, finishing his own he stood up and walked to the small cabinet, washing his glass leaving it to drain on the top. Turning back to face her he smiled and spoke.

"Sophie thank you, will remember that. Did you find the laptop and course structures outlined okay?"
 
Sophie managed to finish the glass and sat there for a minute, dazed at the impact of the swallow. Getting over it quickly though, she stood up taking bites out of the cake and soon that, too, was gone. She followed his lead and washed up her dishes before setting them to dry.

"No problem," she said. "Laptop? Outlined course structures? Huh-uh. I didn't find any. Were they in the room?"
 
Charlie smiled and watched her move across towards him, eyes never leaving her as he needed to make sure she stayed safe. Pouring a large glass of water for her he lightly touched her shoulder and back as he guided them out towards the entrance area and the stairs. His eyes meeting hers for a few brief seconds as he spoke.

"Yes the laptop top right drawer of the large desk, course structures marked as that on the screen. I will show you and will bring the water with me for you to drink as well."
 
"That sounds great," she said as she walked alongside her uncle. When she felt his hand brush her back (such a subtle touch, she almost missed it) there was another small tensing. It was shrugged off quickly, though - the girl knew she couldn't go on existing if she remained as jumpy as she was.

"I would very much like to see it." She kept up with him better than she had before, having a better grasp of where she was going. "Again, I don't know if I can say it enough, but thank you for doing this all for me."
 
Charlie had felt her body tense under his hand again, he knew it would pass as he heard her words. Close to the door again now he stepped inside and walked straight across to the desk. Taking out the laptop he pulled up the course menu and grinned as he glanced around the room.

"Glad you have settled in. Will leave you with those course structures while I go do some work and organize a meal menu at least."
 
"Oh yes, it was all very easy," said Sophie as she re-entered her (it felt so right to think of it this way) room and looked around. "Yeah, I didn't have any trouble. And you have certainly provided more luxuries than I expected." Things were going a lot better than she'd anticipated, the thought of spending a summer, even her whole college career, somewhere other than 'home' getting less and less terrifying.

She walked over to the lap top and sat in the chair rather harshly, having misjudged in her elevated state. "Okay, I'll familiarize myself with the course site." Sophie smoothed her skirt and began clicking at things.
 
Charlie watched her sit down and begin to click away, setting the glass down on the desk he lightly massaged her shoulder and bent to offer one soft kiss to her left temple. His words whispered. "Relax a little more, this is fun as well as educational. Remember that please." With the last of his words spoken he was gone quickly and back downstairs. Entering his rather large study he closed the door across and sat down pulling up small video samples that had been sent to him last week making sure everything was just the way he wanted it.
 
The incessant clicking went on went on as she tried to focus on the task assigned to her. Click-click-click, up until he places another hand on her. It stopped abruptly and she was put off even more when he kissed her. It wasn't that strange, an uncle kissing his niece, but she didn't really know him all that well. Hell, she wasn't even sure what he did for a living - only knew that he directed films, something he had cut short when asked.

Sophie thought about what he said, though, and tried to take it to heart, telling herself that she wasn't going to be so wound-tight. Still, she felt off. The girl told herself that it was because of the scotch. That's what it was. The scotch was making her funny. It always made people funny.

After a few more minutes of exploring the sight she shut down the laptop (noticing how nice it was, not one of the cheepies she'd saved up for all year with her part-time job. She drank a glass of water (hadn't Charlie said it would help?) and fell onto her bed, feeling a nap would do her some good to clear up the light haze.
 
Charlie glanced at his watch and noticed it was already thirty minutes since he had last checked on her. His eyes stayed glued to the small screen as he put the pieces of the film together better. This part of the job was both rewarding and also hot to watch. The last two scenes showed in almost graphic detail a young lass not only tied to the bed but having a paddle used across her buttocks. The red welts clear for all viewers to see as he licked his lips and took a mouthful of the juice near him. He had learned long ago not to drink one thing if he could help, juice or water would help with the alcohol in the system. Turning off his computer he stood and stretched before closing the door on the way out.

Entering the kitchen a few minutes later he pulled out some pots, pans and began to prepare the evening meal. Keeping in mind her words from earlier and avoiding those ingredients he soon had the hearty casserole simmering away on the stove. Having been single for most of his life and preferring it that way he whistled as he moved around the large kitchen. Taking two large soup type bowls from the cupboard he set them down on the table. Turning the casserole down he left the kitchen heading upstairs to check on her, entering her room quietly only a few minutes later he noticed her asleep and left just as quietly with a note near her bed.

"Come down when you wake , your meal will be ready and served."
 
She was out for a solid hour sleeping that small amount of scotch off. When she woke the girl blinked, confused for a minute at the structure of the room, then remembering she was staying at her uncle's. Sitting up she rubbed at her eyes and yawned, finding the note soon after.

Dinner was ready! She walked over the to the bathroom and washed her face, cleaned it up, after such a heavy sleep. Back in her room she ran her fingers through that blond hair and re-applied a dab of make-up. Sophie observed her outfit, that same off-white thing she'd worn and fallen asleep in. Slipping on some shoes Sophie made her way down-stairs.

"Hello?" she called out, not exactly sure what room the meal was going to be served in.
 
Charlie occasionally glanced at his watch or the large wooden clock on the wall, many knickknacks lined the small counter that stood behind the large dining table set off the kitchen. Hearing her words he moved the chair out and peeked his head out from the door, it was set just past the staircase towards the back of the house. "Sophie down here." Stepping back her plate was set down with casserole mix already in it as he took a sip of his juice. He had left another glass of water on her side of the table.
 
"Ah, I see you!" She walked briskly towards the back, heels clicking and skirt swaying. "This smells amazing," Sophie smile when she entered the dining area. "And how lovely!" In all honesty the girl would have been impressed with anything, then you add the heightened sense of class and, well, she was nearly swept off her feet with envy.

"And did you make this yourself?" asking as she sat down to her plate, "It looks scrumptious."
 
Charlie heard the click of the heels across the polished wooden flooring, his eyes watching her enter as thoughts turned back to earlier. He shook them away quickly as he took some of the casserole mix eating it fully and washing it down with some juice. Wiping the corner of his mouth he spoke.

"Yes I did make it myself. Most nights I will cook, some nights might be restaurants."
 
She took a bite and beamed. "Just as good as it looks. You've really done a splendid job." A smile broke out and she gave a light laugh, "All I get are Mom's idea of home cooking. Which, I don't know how she was when she was younger, but can consist of something being frozen and heated up or, completely inedible." Sophie then quietly ate at the casserole - another one of Charlie's many nice surprises.

"Are there many good restaurants around?" Making idle conversation to keep from the tension getting thick, as it often does when someone doesn't say a word. Sophie took a long drink of water, and continued eating.
 
Charlie could already tell she was starting to relax a little more and not even a day as yet. Eating his share of the casserole mix he was almost finished when he stopped, took a sip of his juice and glanced around the room. One painting always catching his eye as he smiled and spoke.

"Yes there are several good quality restaurants around, varying in cooking tastes and dishes."
 
She took another drink of her water, finished the rest of her casserole, and was done. "Wonderful," she said again, a pleasant smile plastered on her face. "You've really spoiled me today, what with the cake and the casserole and, uhm, the scotch." Those cheeks tinted when she said that, feeling the need to whisper it. "Although I don't know if I cared for that last one especially, it was a different experience."

When he talked about the restaurants she seemed happy saying, simply, "that's cool," pleased that there was some variety. "Yeah, that'd be nice, one of these days going out to eat." Sophie used her napkin to wipe at her mouth.
 
Charlie was pleased that she was enjoying her time here, smiling across the table at her as he finished the casserole mix. He wiped the corner of his mouth and took a few sips of his water, eyes moving past her as he slowly stood up. Taking the plates he chuckled softly and spoke. "Will be back with some dessert soon, we can eat that in the lounge or you can eat yours in your bedroom."
 
"The lounge sounds absolutely fine," and sighed contently, patting at her small tummy, "Although, to be quite honest, I don't know how much of it I'll be able to get down." Sophie stood when he took her plate and pushed her chair in, hands staying on the back, nails tapping while she waited. Throughout the meal she had observed Charlie, spotting a similar family trait every so often and admiring anything new. All and all she thought he was a handsome man, more so than she thought he'd be, at least, thinking all uncles had the greasy features.

Sophie watched him walk into the kitchen and glanced around the walls, looking at the different paintings, liking some and not caring for others. She caught herself wondering about them, how they were found, how much they had cost. The only art they had in her house back in Washington were Crayon pictures on the fridge that her little brother and sister would bring home.
 
Charlie heard her words as he moved towards the kitchen, taking out the ice cream and serving it up he set hers down on the small long bench counter and took his. Smiling into her eyes he began to speak making his way towards the lounge. "Oh those paintings have come from various places, one from a movie critic as a gift, most from auctions though."
 
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