Before Logan could ask what kind of bad memories, Evie got up and walked out of the trailer.
He looked out the front window. It was morning now. He must have slept as soon as his head hit the floor, because he hadn't heard her come in. Awkwardly he clambered through the trailer and into the driving seat. The windows and windscreen were clouded up with condensation. He took a rag from the side pocket and wiped them down. It was then he saw Evie outside and he couldn't help but stop and watch her.
She walked through the snow and dipped her hands in the lake. She scooped up the icy cold water and washed her face. For a moment she stared out at the water, deep in thought before she stood up. As she wandered over back to the car, Logan turned the key in the ignition. The engine wheezed and groaned but cut out. He tried again, growling at the vehicle, "Come on." This time it wheezed but gave up.
Frustrated, Logan stepped out of the trailer and lifted the engine cover. Evie stood next to him, examining the engine herself. "The battery is dead," Logan observed with a huff. This was bad news. They were miles away from the nearest town, meaning they would have to wait sometime before any help would come.
"No problem," Evie said simply as she placed her bare hand over the battery. Strands of blue electricity danced across her hand. They latched onto the car battery and within moments, the engine struggled to life.
Logan simply nodded his thanks to her and they both climbed into the trailer again. Once they set off a thought occurred to Evie. She looked over to the radio and turned it on. Nothing came out of it. "It's broken." Logan told her.
Not easily deterred she nimbly pulled it out and flipped it over in her delicate hand. She inspected it briefly then shook her head. "Nope, the battery is just dead." She took the small battery out and turned it around in her palm over and over again. As she did so, the battery vibrated and filled up with 'juice'. After doing that for a couple minutes she placed it back into the radio and returned it to the trailer. Instantly it came to life and noise came pouring out of the stereo. The voice of a Canadian DJ filled the silence between them.
"That's a neat trick." Logan observed, lighting a cigar. He took a long inhale and turned to her again. "I'll make you a deal." He exhaled, filling the space with thick smoke. "You keep my car running and ya' can travel with me as long as you want," he offered her. "And I'll keep ya' safe."
Evie couldn't help but feel touched by the point he made. It was probably the best thing she'd heard since she escaped the England, but a voice at the back of her head told her not to depend on anyone else. The things she'd endured had left her feeling cautious towards other people. Yet...at this point at time, she didn't have many options available to her.
"Sounds fair," the brunette responded.
"-and this song is for all those 60's children out there." The DJ's voice cant through the radio, from replaced with Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane.
After a long inner debate, Evie finally found the courage to ask her companion a question. To lighten the query, she smirked at him. "So how can someone not know they're skeleton is metal?"
Logan peered at her with his dark, intense eyes. Evie's gaze at him faltered, and he got a small whiff of fear. "I have amnesia." He said gruffly.
"Wow," Evie responded in British, unsurprised way. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember thinking to myself, I don't remember who I am," The Wolverine said sarcastically.
Signing Evie clarified, "I mean where were you? Who were you with?"
Logan exhaled, thick cigar smoke filling the small space. "I was on an Island, in an old nuclear power plant. There was smoke everywhere and police were surrounding the place. There was this guy who said we had to get out of there. So I got out of there." He explained, without adding any extra detail.
"Who was he?" Evie asked, prying.
"No idea."
"Have you thought about going back there?" She asked him, trying to pull him out of his iron cast shell.
"Why would I go back?" He asked her.
"A particular sight or smell might spark something in your memory..." Evie suggested.
Logan remained silent for a moment, lines of thought creasing his forehead. "It might."
The rest of the day passed by without any event, and just as the sun began to descend under the horizon, a motel sign appeared by the side of the road. Half the time Evie dozed, half sleeping and half listening to the Canadian radio.
"How d'ya feel about feel about staying in a motel?" Logan asked, knowing by the rate of her heart beat she was only napping.
Evie's eyes lit up. "That'd be great." She said sleepily. The prospect of sleeping in a bed and having a warm shower brought her immense excitement. I've been on the road too long. She thought to herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
A few miles later a small town appeared, and they travelled to the outskirts to find the motel. It was easily found and much as expected. It was a simple, two story building by the side of a main road. Dingy with neon signs, just like the movies.
Together they walked through the snow to the reception, where a spotty faced, teenager boy was waiting.
Logan took one sniff and turned up his nose. With that smell, it was clear why his eyes were fixed on the computer screen. Without even looking up at them, he asked one of the stupidest questions ever. "You want a room?"
Logan opened his mouth to let out some kind of witty response, but Evie beat him to the punch. "No, we want you to sing Copacabana."
The receptionist looked at her blankly. "A room with twin beds." Evie said at last.
With a huff the receptionist turned around and took a key from wall behind him. He slammed the key on the desk as Evie and Logan parted with their money. Taking the key Logan led the way to their home for the night. They were on the ground floor, right in the middle of the block. As they walked in, they were greeted with the smell of stale air and damp walls
"Cozy," Logan stated sarcastically.
"There's a roof, there's a bed," Evie replied, walking to the bed closest to the bathroom. "And there's a shower." she pulled out a towel and shower gel from her bag and marched into the bathroom. The door was kicked clothed and after a minute the shower was turned on.
Shrugging Logan took off his jacket and threw in on the bed, which sank as Logan sat down on it. Slowly he undid the laces of his boots. As he lifted one leg up to pull it off, the bathroom door slid out of the latch, coming a jar. Through the small crack of the door, he could see part of the shower. Behind the facet glass, he could see the outline of Evie's naked body. His inner animal stared closely, trying to see some intimate shape of her female body. Her breasts, her waist, her hips. But it was all a blur. Realising what he was doing, he shook the hopeful thoughts out of his head and took off his boot.
Inside the shower, Evie stood under the water, letting it fall over her. It was cold of course, to deal with the lustful thoughts that filled her mind for two days now. She didn't know what it was, but she couldn't rid the urge to touch herself. She felt warmth radiate from between her legs as her hand travelled down her stomach. She bit her lip whilst her fingertips rubbed the sensitive bud between her folds and quickly allowed her to climax after two days of built up frustration. Refreshed, Evie quickly washed her hair, dried herself and dressed, hoping that Logan hadn't cottoned on to her mischief.
Logan was watching TV as Evie walked out of the bathroom, towelling her brown hair. Without a word Logan walked straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Quickly he stripped off and jumped into the shower. The water hadn't warmed up before he was pumping himself, striving to reach absolute satisfaction. His was a very primal man. It took all his will power not to succumb to every impulse and desire, but he had to release himself at somepoint. With his eyes squeezed tight and jaw clenched tight, Logan growled into his climax, the water washing away all the tension from his muscles.
When at last Logan emerged from the bathroom, Evie looked up at his with her leafy green eyes. "Wanna go to the pub?" she asked in her typical English accent.
"You know the way to a man's heart."