Fancy a Roll in the Hay?

Part 1

"Mother FUCKER!" You shout, slamming your fists onto the slightly shuddering steering wheel of your car. It had been protesting for the last half an hour about the exceptionally long drive through the country, and it had decided to just give up in the middle of nowhere. You juddered to a halt and watched with a sigh as steam started to curl its way out of the bonnet.

"Why. Why me?" You mutter to yourself, popping the hood, getting out of the car and stomping to the front of the car. You reach your hands out to lift the metal and find it scorching hot, pulling your hands away quickly. You try again, placing your hands carefully on the metal, lifting the hood and stepping back as steam pours out. When it has cleared you step closer, inspecting the inner workings of your car, determining after a good few minutes that you did indeed know fuck all about cars and had no idea how to fix it.

Pulling out your phone to call a pick-up, you see that you have been blessed with no service. What a surprise. Stuck, with no service, in the middle of nowhere. Perfect. As you glance around, you notice what looks like a farm in the distance. You squint through the sunlight and spot movement, your heart leaping at the sign of civilisation. With a sigh you grab your keys and lock the car, slamming the hood shut and beginning the walk across the fields towards the farm.

As you get closer, the farm looks pretty empty. Only a few cows dotted around, some chickens and a small vegetable patch. You traipse through the fields, struggling with the resistance of the long grass against your leg, the sun burning the back of your neck. You're almost at the farm when you hear a voice shout.

"Watch out for the snakes!"

"SNAKES." You shout, not even registering where the shout was from, focusing instead on getting out of the grass as quickly as possible. Your knees high you sprint out of the field, getting to regular dirt and stamping your feet a few times to rid your legs of the imaginary snakes you could have sworn you felt on you.

"Boy I expected a reaction but that was quite something." The same voice calls. You glance around, trying to locate the person talking. When you find them your mouth falls open. He was leaning casually against the barn, arms crossed, shirt off. His jeans were riding deliciously low on his hips, his body tanned and sweaty from the heat. His hair looked damp and hung loosely on his head, a small smirk playing across his pink lips. What was most...intriguing about his appearance was his arm. It glinted in the sunlight, catching you in the eye as he pushed himself off the wall of the barn. It was made entirely of metal, moving fluidly as if it was a regular arm.

"You...I...car...snakes?" You blabber, trying to form a sentence as he begins walking towards you.

"You know I almost shot you for trespassing on my land." He says in a gorgeously deep husky voice, stopping directly in front of you. Your eyes dart over his exposed torso, taking in every detail, every mark, and every muscle.

"I...urmm..."

"I'm not one for shooting beautiful people though so I figured I'd wait to see what you wanted. So, what do you want?"

"You...beaut...I..." He called you beautiful. You felt your cheeks heat and you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, feeling incredibly flustered.

"Come on, spit it out." He prompts, sounding amused.

"My urmm...my car has broken down. I wondered if I could use your phone?"

"Don't you city folk all have shiny new mobile devices?" He asks, putting an emphasis on a very stereotypical southern accent. You giggle slightly and he smiles, looking proud of his joke.

"No service." You explain, taking the phone out of your back pocket and brandishing it.

"What else ya got back there?" He asks, winking at you, making you stutter nervously again. "I'm just playin. I'm pretty good with engines, mind if I take a look?"