Her hand starts at his chest, innocently enough. He can't bring himself to mind, not with the haze of sleep settled comfortably on his mind. The position isn't that comfortable, either, but he's in her bed and she's next to him, idly reading a comic book spread over her bare thighs with her glasses perched precariously on the tip of her nose. Gaige doesn't even seem to be aware of what she's doing as her fingers subconsciously move along his skin, the touch so light it seems almost accidental.

Zer0 finds himself twitching, just a little, keenly aware of how sensitive his pale flesh is. He's been in his suit for so long that he might have forgotten what it felt like to have someone else's hands on his body, touching and stimulating long-deprived nerves. The sensation is indescribable, pleasant and agonizing all at once. He's not sure if he wants her to stop or dig her fingers into him even harder.

The girl doesn't even seem to realize that her hand is dipping down precariously low, tracing the contours of his abdomen and further down. He does twitch then, sucking in a sharp breath as the last remnants of sleep leave his mind entirely. Yet it isn't until she finds his hip, index finger poised innocently above the distinct line of the inguinal ligament, that Zer0 finally speaks up.

"Gaige."

Simple, yet effective. The redhead jerks out of her reverie and looks down at him, at where her hand is, and startles back. The book falls off her thighs and onto the sheets, but Gaige is too focused on bringing a hand to her face to hide the embarrassed blush blossoming across her cheeks. "Shit, shit- I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention- I'm really sorry-"

Yet despite the apology, Zer0 finds that he misses the touch and he's beginning to regret alerting her to the precarious location of where her hand had been. Perhaps with more gall than he should possess, the assassin manages to shake his head and close his metal fingers around her wrist, easing her back into a similar, albeit less provocative position. Her palm comes to a rest against his belly, and Gaige looks at him dubiously before relenting to his silent request with a short nod.

It doesn't keep the blush off of her face, now that she's making conscious effort to keep her hand still. But Zer0 knows her well, and knows that soon she'll forget again and that her fingers will wander of their own accord.

He thinks he wouldn't mind it if they did.