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2:58a.m.

That was what the clock read as Jazi stared at those green digital lights. Outside the motel window, Luna’s moon was bright and radiant. The occasional chatter of late night-early morning roamers could be heard through the motel door.

Left ear twitching slightly, Jazi just continued to stare at the clock’s face. She couldn’t recall how long she been in bed, staring at those numbers. She didn’t know if she ever went to sleep. All she knew for sure was that she was lying comfortably in the bed’s sheets while watching the clock . . . and listening to the calming breaths of the slumbering figure lying beside her.

It was just hours ago when the two were engaged in intimate acts before finally laying down to rest. She, unfortunately, could still feel the rough touches of his gloved hands on her middle and hungry licks between her haunches. Across her body - from her neck to her flank - were a few bite marks, hand-shaped bruises, and burn marks. Maybe when she was done sulking, she could heal those wounds immediately.

She huffed in frustration, not caring if she woke him up. Maybe that was what she was trying to do. It was like he was mocking her inability to relax as he slept on peacefully. She then thought back to several hours earlier.

She would’ve been happy just watching some crappy motel cable but no, she had to let him convince her into “relieving some stress and frustration” with him. I relieve stress by breaking some backs, she thought angrily, not by doing that! But that didn’t stop her from lying down on her back and melting the week long stress of fighting, running, and arguing by creating new and pleasurable sensations; sensations she could still feel now.

Ugh!

She mentally cursed for losing herself into those sensations. Losing herself by making intimate, troubled whinnies that had never before left her mouth. Losing herself by shivering to the feeling of tongue against tongue. Losing herself by feeling the smoldering heat and fire of his chest pressed up against her back. She was embarrassed to admit it but . . . those sensations were euphoric. She didn’t know she could even have those feelings. She was used to feeling anger, panic, and sometimes pain.

She suddenly felt him turn over and lay an arm across her midsection. His body temperature had cooled down to a warm and bearable feeling. She wondered if it was because he was sleeping. Feeling his arm on her midsection, Jazi had the sudden urge to buck him – and not the sexy way.

She looked at the clock again. It was now 3:04. She yawned heavily as she snuggled deeper into the sheets and her companion’s embrace. She had finally begun to feel the magnetic pull of sleep washing over her when she heard it, left ear twitching rapidly.

“Canterlot City Police! We have you surrounded!”

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