Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated Fever Hit, Got Bit story! It's just people kept asking me about Jen and Merle so I though might as well give you a little something seeing as we won't see Jen and Merle together until I make the story for Season 3): But there will be flashbacks in her memory about him and her just I couldn't fit it into the chapter I'm working on now.. ANYWAY HAPPY READING!
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It was quiet outside. The only noise you could hear was the fire ticking and burning the wood. It was a cloudy night, you couldn't see the moon, and the moon didn't give off it's usual light.

Jen was sitting in the tent smoking a cigarette when Merle came in.

"Fuck my life." He groaned and fell onto his sleeping bag.

"What's going on?" Jen asked him concerned and put out her cigarette and moved closer to him.

Merle shook his head and began laughing as he looked at her. "You're pretty." He said in a dreamy voice his hand catching one her blonde curls that rested on her shoulder.

Jen laughed and moved onto his sleeping bag with him. "Gee, thanks. I think I like you better high, you never compliment me sober."

He shrugged and continued to play with that one curl. "You have to bluest eyes I ever saw." He said quietly staring at them.

Jen didn't say anything that time, just offered him a small smile as she looked back at him.

"You know, my mama had blue eyes." He said quietly. "Saw them when my da was beaten the shit out of her on the ground. Looked right at me, like it was my fault."

Jen shook her head and sighed. "No, that couldn't have been your fault. You were only a kid. What were you supposed to do?"

Merle shrugged. "I was fifteen when me and Daryl saw my da beat her to death. Daryl was only seven. Don't think he remembers much of it."

She ran her hand over Merle's cheek, and looked at him. "If he does, I know he doesn't blame you. How could a thirteen year old over power a thirty or forty year old man?"

"Coulda done more on my part."

Jen sighed and put her hand on his chest. "Why do you always torture yourself when your high? Usually people who are high are pretty damn happy."

Merle shrugged and rolled himself another joint. "I guess another thing I get fucked up at."

Jen rolled her eyes and took the paper away from him. "I think you've had enough for one night." she told him softly ignoring the glare he gave her.

"I think you need to fucking relax." Merle grumbled and took it back from her.

Jen looked at him sadly. "So you would rather have a joint than, me?" She asked seductively sitting up on her knees and took off her shirt.

Merle smirked and his hand touched her flat, tanned, stomach and he greedily took in the sight of her torso. "Damn woman, your makin an man choose between his weed and a woman?" He asked her like she was crazy. "How the hell you expect me to pick?"

Jen sighed and pretend to look like she was about to leave. "Well I guess you can stay in here and jack-off to me while you're high and I'll go get Shane..." She trailed off.

Merle didn't say anything he threw his joint on the floor and threw her onto his sleeping bag and covered her body with his.

"Nobody can make you feel as good as Merle can, you best remember that." He told her and kissed her neck.

Jen nodded frantically, and tilted her head back allowing him better access to her neck. Jesus, her body loved Merle.

And if she wasn't careful her heart would too...