A little mew of pleasure flowed from Yamina's mouth into Hiro's when he opened it with his own.  As his hand snaked across her skin, it shivered like that of a skittish mare eager to take her rider for a wild gallop.  Yamina tried to pull her hands free, but Hiro pressed her more firmly against the wall when she did, exerting control and oozing confidence like a warrior should.  She shivered, but it was a delicious one and not a fearful one.  Giving in, Yamina fell into the kiss, accepting Hiro's tongue in her mouth and loving it with her own.  He tasted like a man, mouth and breath not sweet like hers but just as pleasant.  The pressure of his hand on her neck and chin was a constant reminder of his control and she responded to his direction.  Tension fell out of her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Punishment?" she asked when Hiro let her up for air.  "So you won't let me simply say I'm sorry?"  Yamina knew the answer already, and so did Hiro, but the game had to play out.  She wanted it to play out.  Yamina turned her head down suddenly, causing Hiro's hand to slide up her jaw and along the side of her face.  She captured one of his fingers between her teeth and nipped at it before sliding it into her mouth.  Yamina turned her eyes towards Hiro's as she slowly slid her mouth down on his finger all the way to the last knuckle, then brought it back up and kissed the tip.  Yamina let it draw her bottom lip out until it slipped off and Hiro's damp finger rested on the point of her chin.  "I'm really good at saying I'm sorry," she hinted.