A while later Evie prepared for dinner. She took a long time to decide on the clothes to wear, a lot more than any person should need. In the end she chose a black, leather pencil skirt that stopped mid thigh. Her top was green and long sleeved but hugged her and scooped down over her chest. With the top tucked into her skit it flattered her new curvy body.
Evie never thought she'd be wearing clothes like this. But when she had finally gained a healthy weight Marie took her out shopping and picked out a new wardrobe for her. Most of the stuff Evie would not have picked, but as time wore on and she received more attention from the opposite gender she began to love her new self and her new body. She felt powerful, on so many levels.
To finish it she chose a pair of lace up heels. It was only when she bent down to lace up her heels she felt Logan's chain slip around her neck and jangled. She blushed, realising she had been wearing the chain all day, even in front of him. But her new policy of life was to be bold and brace. No cringing, crying or weakness was allowed.
So with that promise in mind she went downstairs and waltzed bravely into the dining room.
Everyone was sat around the dinner table when she arrived and as luck would have it the only spare seat left was directly opposite Logan. Evie purposely walked at a slow pace around the table, hoping that he would notice. Unfortunately he was having an in depth conversation about cars and motorcycles with Piotr.
Just as she sat down Jean called out to Logan, acquiring the attention on most of the table. "Logan, did I hear you call Evie Livewire earlier?"
"Yeah," Logan answered. "Can't pin the girl down." He explained, giving Evie a quick wink.
Evie bit her lip, trying to ease the erratic beating in her chest.
"Tha'd be a good code name, sugah," Marie told Evie. "What d'ya think?"
She thought for a moment. To be honest she loved it, simply because he picked it out for her. But she had to play it cool. "Ah like it," she said as casually as possible, hoping that no one could hear her heart beating at a volatile rate. Evie then looked down the table towards Scott, cocking an eyebrow. "It's much betta than 'Battery-Girl.'"
A few laughs and giggles erupted around the table as Scott lamely tried to defend himself. Evie looked back at Logan who was smiling at her in a devilishly handsome way. She smiled back.
In fact throughout the meal the pair kept stealing wistful glances at each other, but casually enough that neither of them caught the other in the playful act.
Once dinner was over everyone retreated to their preferred spots across the school. Before Evie could decide where to go (which entirely depended on where Logan was going) Marie grabbed hold of her, winked then turned to Piotr and Logan.
"You fellas fancy playing a few games of pool?" The southern belle asked them. "Us ladies verses you boys?"
Logan shared that fiendish smirk of his. "I doubt that'd be a fair game."
"Speak fer yersen." Evie fired back.
His smirk widened. "Come on Tinman, lets show these ladies how its done."
Marie and Evie led the men to the rec room where the pool table was situated, along with a wide screen TV, video games and a foosball table.
Piotr set up the balls then motioned to the table. "Ladies first," he said in his thick, Russian accent.
Evie stepped forward, trusting her pool table skills she honed back at university. She quickly broke the setup easily, scattering the balls across the green carpet. One red bell flew straight into a corner pocket.
It wasn't long into the round when Evie realised Rogue was playing a whole other game. Each time she played, she strategically pointed her butt in Piotr's direction. Evie caught the man drooling over the round shape early into the game. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling.
When it came to Logan's turn Evie found herself in his line of sight. Marie, being the good friend she was, subtly knocked the TV remote off the table. Seeing the opportunity Evie turned and scooped down to pick it up from off the floor, treating him to a good view of her rear encased in the tight, leather skirt.
She could tell her tactic was working because he hadn't moved at all.
"You playin' or what?" Rogue teased.
Shaking his head Logan quickly made his shot. And missed.
But as it turned out, she found it equally hard not to be hypnotised each time Logan bent over the pool table. First it was his arms that caught her attention. They were huge! The muscles on his chest and arms seemed desperate to burst out of his vest and shirt. Her eyes roamed over him, from his broad shoulders to his smooth back and finally resting on his delicious bum. She could just imagine her hands caressing the taught muscles of his torso and meandering down to his thighs.
"See something ya like?" Logan asked, snapping her out of her daydream.
She looked him in the eye, determined not to show any hint of embarrassment. "Well it's certainly not your pool playing skills," she said saucily, earning a smirk from him.
The women won the game. Piotr and Marie promptly disappeared to do their own thing, leaving Logan and Evie alone in the rec room.
Logan and Evie stood awkwardly for a moment, lost for things to say. Feeling tense Evie fingers reached up to her chest to absently play with the chain around her neck, when she suddenly remembered what it was. "Oh yeah." She said raising her hands to her neck.
Out of the corner of his eye Logan watched the chain and tags rise from between her breasts. She pulled it off and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he said, although he preferred where it was resting before. He liked seeing her wear them. He pulled them over his head.
"I meant ta ask you," Evie began. "Did you finn' owt whilst you were up north?"
Logan sighed. "The Professor told me to check out a military base at Alkali lake but it was deserted," he told her. "No answers, just more questions."
"I'm sorry Logan," she said sincerely. "But ah think you should stop worryin about t' past you lost 'n think about t' future you can gain."
He looked at her curiously, "Okay now you really sound like a teacher."
Evie laughed, blushing a little just as Scott entered the rec room to gather some of his books.
"Evie have you told Logan about the party?" Scott asked her.
"What party?" Logan asked.
"We're throwing eur party fer Charles' 60th," she told him.
Scott turned to her just as he was leaving. "Have you got your gift for him yet, Evie?"
Logan smirked when he heard Her heart skip a beat and saw her eyes widen.
"Shit ah forgot."
"Evie..." Scott groaned.
"I'll get it tomorra ah swear," the woman promised.
Scott simply left, mumbling so low only Logan could catch it. "Damn stoner..."
"Argh, shopping," Evie groaned.
Logan chuckled then sighed. "I'll guess I'll have to get somethin' for Chuck too." He didn't want to appear ungrateful. After all the old man was letting him stay in his home and was helping him piece together his lost past...not to mention the help he'd given to someone he cared about..
"D'you wanna go togetha?" Evie asked suddenly, catching him off guard. "I know wheear Scott 'id the keys to his motorcycle..."
Logan flashed a toothy grin that matched hers. "Shall we meet at twelve in the garage?"
"Champion," she answered simple, turning to leave.
"Hey Evie," Logan called out suddenly.
She turned to him, inadvertently dazzling him in that provocative outfit she wore.
"You look..." Beautiful, badass, sexy. Logan paused, a million words racing through his mind. "Amazing."
She smiled at him, seeming to shine. "Night Logan."
A little while later Logan went to bed trying to ignore the mingling scents. When he got to his bedroom door he stopped, catching one that was both unusual and enticing.
He turned slowly inhaling deeply. The only needed to inhale once to know what it was.
It was Evie's natural scent, a bewildering mix of lavender and sizzling electric current but on top of that was the heavy aroma of arousal. As he stepped closer to her bedroom door he heard a muffled moan and her erratic pulse.
He arrived too late to enjoy the spectacle as she came to a swift, tense climax. Logan grinned and as he heard her pant and moan, imagining her dishevelled and underneath him as if he had bought her to that climax himself. With that image rolling around in his mind he sneaked into his own room stripping down and climbing into bed. Clutching himself he quickly bought himself into a frenzy and a immense orgasm.
The following morning Evie met Logan in the garage sporting tight fitted jeans, a casual t-shirt and a bomber jacket. She smiled when she saw him but it soon vanished when she spotted Scott working on one of the cars. Logan simply shrugged. Her green eyes flashed mysteriously for a moment but was replaced by a cool poker face.
"There ya are Scott," she said innocently. "Ororo's lookin' for ya."
"What does she want?" Scott asked not looking up from the car engine.
"Somethin' about t' party, seemed pretty important," Evie replied naturally ignoring the appreciative smirk from Logan.
Sighing heavily Scott threw something into the tool box sitting on the ground. Evie patiently waiting for Scott to leave the garage before she dashed into the tool box and pulled the keys to the motorcycle out. She tossed the keys to Logan and he started the bike. It rumbled as she jumped on behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, enjoying the warmth radiating from him.
They flew out of the garage and down the driveway. The gates are open so they were on the road instantly. Due to Logan's hard and fast driving technique their arrived at the mall within thirty minutes.
Neither of them like shopping and so went straight to the main department store first. Deciding to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible they separated. In the end Evie got the professor a book he requested and Logan found a bottle of well aged Scotch. He knew Chuck was a scotch drinker by the smell of his breathe most evenings so he was pretty pleased with his find. After he paid he used his excellent tracking skills to locate Evie.
Even over the mixture of people sense perfume and general shopping it wasn't difficult to find her. Her natural aroma was like a homing beacon to him.
Her found her looking for forlornly at a particular section in the store. When he followed her gaze he understand why. There was a banner on top of the stock labelled "God Save the Queen." Underneath it was a large collection of British memorabilia from Beatles records to DVD's of Dads Army and Fawlty Towers, not forgetting teapots and miniature red buses and telephone boxes. Unsurprisingly ever since the 'Blackout of Britain' everything British went up in value.
Logan stood and watched her for a moment, realising it was a rare time to see her quiet and controlled.
He walked over and stood beside her, "You wanna get a drink?"
Evie jumped, having been absorbed in her own gloomy thoughts. She looked confused for a moment but quickly pulled herself together. "Sure. Best idea I've 'eard orl day."
Evie led him to a favourite bar of hers. She sat down in a quiet corner whilst he bought two beers for them. When he came to join her she was still stuck in her sombre thoughts.
"Ya wanna talk about it?" he asked her, placing the beer in front of her.
Evie looked up at him and sighed. "Ah'm homesick," she said after a lengthy pause. "Only it's t' worst kind of homesick 'cause...there's no home to go back to."
She took a large gulp of beer, blinking repeatedly. "I miss the beer, the pubs," Evie explained, looking around the typically American bar. "I miss the food, the telly programmes . I miss crazy, noisy London and ah especially miss Yorkshire." she paused, taking a large gulp of beer. "And I still can't get my head around it. It's Britain for Christ sakes. How can Britain just be gone?"
She went quiet for a moment. "And worst of all, I have this moment every mornin' where I wake up thinkin' everything is okay...and then I remember..." Evie took another large swill of beer, polishing it off. "And I feel so angry, 'cause nothing is being done about it. I'm not doin' anything about it."
"It's not your responsibility," Logan jumped in quickly. "You should count your lucky stars." He panicked. He could see why she felt compelled to do something about it, but that road led to somewhere he didn't want her to go.
Evie shook her head as she stared at the wall. Her eyes then lowered to the table...anywhere but his face. It was that moment he knew she didn't agree with him, but she wouldn't tell him. Unfortunately for both of them, he could read her very well.
"I don't even know wha' happened to my mother," Evie mumbled.
Logan felt his heart sink. Inside her was the recipe for a very, unhealthy obsession. And who could blame her?
But she was wild and unpredictable with very strong powers. He'd be damned if he let her go down that spiral path.
He reached out and took her hands. "Look at me. Look at me."
Slowly her watery eyes met his. "What was it you told me last night? You should stop worryin' about the past you lost and think about the future you can gain." He squeezed her hands. "What happened was awful and inexcusable. But you will drive yourself crazy trying to understand or fix it. You could have a great future at Xavier 's."
"Infact, I'm going to stay on at the school as a teacher." He sat back smugly, swallowing some beer.
Evie stared at him wide eyed. He suppressed a snigger, not surprised by her reaction. He wasn't a likely candidate for a teacher. He didn't even like children.
"You? A teacher?" she asked with a disbelieving smirk. He nodded.
"Wha' are you gonna teach? 101 cougar catching?"
Logan cringed, remembering how Evie plated him up for dear old Gladys.
"Self defence and physical training." Truth be told, he hadn't actually been offered a job. But he overheard that the previous teacher left and the position was open. And after his evening with Evie, the choice came shockingly easy to him. For once, he was ignoring his past and focusing on the future.
"So," he began, placing a cigar between his teeth and searching for a lighter. "I'm sticking around. "
"Here," Evie said softly. She leaned over with her hand, rubbing her thumb and index finger together. She separated them, a wire of electricity wiggling between them. He leaned over and used it to burn and light his cigar. In turn she pulled out her own, pre-rolled joint and lit it. They sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying their drinks and smoking contently
"So, tell me about all the brats I'm gonna be teaching." He asked her with a cool smile.
Evie laughed then began bringing him up to speed with the school and everything that happened since they last saw each other. Magneto made another couple attempts at mutant domination and a couple wayward mutants had to be handled. They talked for hours and drank countless beers. By the time they decided to go back to the school, Logan was pretty tipsy and Evie was almost hammered.
He managed to take Evie home without any incident. The pair were buzzed and wobbly on their feet as they walked into the building. Logan paused first, sobering up a little. Evie stopped and looked around in a confused, drunken haze. "Wheear is everybody?" she asked, noticing how quiet the school was. Eerily quiet.
Logan sniffed the air and listened carefully. "I can smell something, I don't know what it is but it ain't pleasant."
There was a thump behind him. He turned and was shocked to find Evie collapsed on the floor, which was concerning because he knew she could handle her liquor. Suddenly a wave of dizziness fell upon him, knocking him to the floor. Just as his eyes began to close, he realised the odd smell was a form of knockout gas.
It did the trick...
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So sorry for the delay in this one guys. My laptop broke! And so I had to get a new one. However I did manage to get my data back today (thank god) so I've literally pushed this out today. Hope its good so please oh please let me know what you think!