I got a little busy so I couldn't update over the weekend, but I have time now so I will!8/11/2013

I hate him!

Gaige thought while starring at the commando while he was working on his turret.

I mean does he even know what he is doing to me?

She groaned knowing that never in a million years would the commando think of her more than a little girl.

Calling me dumb names like doll and kiddo, freakin' pisses me off

She continued to glare at him from behind deathtrap, watching his muscle flex as he twisted the bolt into place. The look of concentration on his face and the quiet grunts he made were almost sending her over the edge, she bit her lip and looked away, a large blush covering her face. Grumbling she continued to work on deathtrap, but every now and then she would steal a quick peek of him.

why why why? Why can't he see me as a woman?

She pounded her hand against deathtrap's metal frame, alerted by the sudden noise Axton stopped working and looked up at her.

"you okay doll?" he asked. She sheepishly looked over at him.

"ye-yeah im fine"

She mentally hit herself.

why am I acting like some sort of school girl? Its not like I like him or anything

she tries to convince herself while he just flashes her a cheeky grin and continues to work on his machine, she groaned again, this would be a long night.

"Hey girlie can you come help me real quick?"she heard him call. They were both about finished with modding and maintenance on their respective machines. Wiping some sweat off her brow she got up from her position.

"My name is Gaige! Not girlie! and I'm helping you because i want! Not because you told me to!"

she protested and huffed over to him. He was lying under the turret from the waist up, obscuring his face from her.

"what do you need?" she asked while investigating his Turret.

"well, you see im kinda in this situation where I need a screw driver from my tool belt, but both my hands are full, so like can you get one out for me, and then I can handle the rest" came his muffled voice, not stopping whatever it was he was doing down there.

She looked down at his tool belt, which happened to be situated right above his crotch...

He needs me to give him a screw, I MEAN TO GIVE HIM A SCREW DRIVER

Not even in her thoughts was she safe from making a fool of herself. She took a deep breath and then she slowly extended out an unsteady hand.

I just need to get his tool, I MEAN TO GET THE TOOL!

When she finally grabbed it she let out her breath and quickly gave him the screw driver. After a polite Thank you from Axton she scurried back to her side of the garage and hid behind deathtrap.

She was moments away from jumping his bones and just had to get out of there.

This chapter actually was about 400 words more, but I cut out a lot of unnecessary and amateur writing as well as overdone tropes. This may be a shameless smut story, but i want it to present itself more maturely.