Of course, even 'dummy' would know that was a colloquialism. But Shadow Mari loved to tease Dumas with those comments. When he reacted to her scratching his chest, though, she let all thoughts fly away as well. It was just too good of a moment to keep thinking about anything at all.<br/><br/>Mari laughed softly as Dumas said she was a nasty girl in bed. "You haven't seen... a thing..."<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">You really haven't, big boy.</span></span>Mari simply couldn't control herself any longer. She was acting as though her body had a mind of its own and its own will. And all she could do was follow its lead. Not that it was a bad thing.<br/><br/>As they moved and pressed their bodies against each other, Mari's skin was glowing with sweat, her golden hair slightly moist as well. Her hands kept their grip on his chest, and she looked down at Dumas. It felt really great. She had him in her hands, now. A sudden urge to tell him came over her, but Shadow Mari controlled it. Raking her nails on Dumas' chest one more time, she looked down at him and nodded. "I... I think I'm getting there... too...", she murmured softly.<br/><br/>Another scratch, this time on his shoulder, before she trembled softly. It was clear she couldn't resist any longer. She only hoped he couldn't either, as she let herself go, closing her eyes and focusing only on the sensations running through her body like a very pleasant electric shock.