Mari stayed where she was while Dumas looked at her body. Regular Mari would probably be red as a cherry. Shadow Mari was far less shy. She wanted Dumas so bad she was willing to do anything he wanted.<br/><br/>When Dumas finally stripped of his shorts, Mari smiled as she looked at him. It appeared he really wanted dummy, really bad. She could barely keep herself from laughing. Just thinking about how he would feel afterwards made it worth to have to pretend she was dummy for a little longer. All the thoughts went away, though, as Dumas kissed her. Her fingers grabbed a handful of his hair and the girl closed her eyes. A small squeal, mixed with a laughter, escaped from her lips when Dumas rolled over.<br/><br/>Mari's eyes kept on Dumas' face when he smiled. Her hands laid on his chest and she scratched him there, softly. Something inside her stirred when his smile flickered. The confusion in Mari's eyes was real for a moment. "I...<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>haven't." She made a point out of stressing the 'I', since the other one probably had.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Shut the fuck up, dummy. This is none of your business.</span></span>Regaining the control she had lost for mere seconds, Shadow Mari looked Dumas straight in the eye. "In a way, you'll be my first. And I wouldn't have it any other way, darling. It just... feels right."