Author's Note: I had hoped this would be longer, but I'm suffering from a small case of writer's block. Sorry about the lack of smut, I'm sure a few of you are a little disappointed by that, but I'm not very good at writing that.

Mira and Merle lay in her bed, there was about a foot of space in between their naked bodies. Mira just stared at him, a smile on her face. "So, you're not a prude after all," Merle finally said, a questioning tone in her voice.

She frowned slightly, "I'm prudish, at least, I can be." He raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked, "I grew up in an extremely protected environment, everything was school, school, school. Obviously, I had my rebellious stage."

"Really?"

She nodded, "You know, sneaking out, going places I didn't belong, seeing boys my parents would hate behind their backs…"

Merle shook his head and chuckled. "You're a real bad girl," he teased.

She softly punched him on the arm. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and he pulled her closer to him. She smiled, as he started trailing kisses along her jaw. She turned her head away from him as a yawn escaped her, "It is really late, Merle," she told him. "We should get some sleep."

"I guess you're right," he said, wrapping both arms around her waist and holding her against him.

She smiled and closed her eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

When Mira woke up the next morning she smiled, feeling Merle's arms around her. She turned to look at him, he was still asleep. She smiled again and gave him a soft kiss. The muscles in his face twitched and a light chuckle escaped her. She pulled herself from his grip and crawled out of bed.

She pulled on her robe before walking into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them.

Merle woke to the smell of food. He sat up and looked around, the memories of the night's events coming back to him. He smiled and untangled himself from Mira's sheets before pulling on his pants and leaving the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen to see Mira cooking. "Smells good," he told her.

She smiled and fixed their plates, before pouring them both a glass of orange juice and placing everything on the table.

They didn't say much as they ate, but the silence was comfortable. After they ate, she washed the dishes while he finished getting dressed, then walked into her bedroom so she could get dressed to. "I'll walk you to the infirmary, if you want?" he offered pulling on his boots.

She smiled, "That's very sweet of you."

He frowned, never having been called sweet before.

She laughed.

She put her shoes on, "Come on," she said, walking out of the room. He followed her to the door. They could hear a pounding through the wood. Mira opened the door and they stepped into the hall to see Martinez knocking on Merle's door.

He looked up at the two of them, frowning immediately upon seeing Merle standing beside Mira, wearing the same clothes he'd had on the night before.

"Can I help you?" Merle asked.

"Gov has a…" his eyes darted to Mira, then back to Merle, "job, for us."

The corner of Merle's mouth twitched. He wanted to smile seeing the frustration on Martinez's face, he was clearly pissed that Merle had spent the night with Mira. If only he knew the details, Merle's smile grew at the thought. "What sort of job?" he asked.

Martinez's frown deepened, causing his forehead to crease, "We got a run to go on."

Merle turned to Mira, "I'll walk with you some other time?"

She smiled and nodded, "Be safe."

His fingers barely touched her waist as he bowed his head, closer to her, "Don't you worry about me, okay darlin?"

She grinned, "I'll try not to."

He returned her smile, and with a glance at Martinez, lowered his head more, brushing a light kiss across her lips.

Her cheeks turned pink and he turned to walk away. Martinez gave him a dirty look before turning around. Merle followed him down the hall. Mira grinned and locked her door before heading to the infirmary.

"You know, jealousy is a very ugly thing," Merle said as they walked to the truck.

Martinez turned to look at him, still mad. There was a smirk on Merle's face, and that just made him even madder. "I thought I told you to stay away from her?" Martinez tried to keep his voice low, not wanting to attract any attention.

"Did you?" He grinned, knowing he was getting under Martinez's skin.

Martinez scowled, "She's too good for someone like you." He gave Merle a slight shove backwards, "Leave her the fuck alone."

Merle tried to reign in his temper, but it was getting difficult, "Don't you touch me!" he shoved him back, "And I'll do as I please. Mira's a big girl and doesn't need you playin big brother."

Martinez pulled his arm back, ready to punch him, but one of the other men grabbed his elbow, "Stop! This is ridiculous. Now we got a job to do, this isn't the arena, so cut it out."

Martinez yanked his arm free, and glared at Merle, but he didn't say anything. Merle's eyes narrowed, but he forced a smile, knowing it would anger Martinez more.

Martinez turned around and climbed into the truck.