She knew several ways to break his hold, to disable him or at least to try to.  Yet Yamina didn't even begin to do so, and allowed herself to be pinned like a human butterfly into the collector's box.  Her heart hammered so it was painful, and the low grad throb between her legs from earlier pounded in time with it.  Yamina gasped at the feeling and her eyes went unfocused for a moment as she surrendered to it.  The gasp left her mouth partially open, begging to be kissed, and when Hiro did she responded with intensity. Her tongue, slick and warm, sought his own and took the taste of his mouth, of Hiro, as her own.  She flickered it against his teeth as he withdrew, ending the kiss.<br/><br/>"We're not in bed," she said huskily.<br/><br/>And then she did move.  Suddenly relaxing, she fell as if stunned.  The motion drew all her weight onto her wrists and she twisted them towards Hiro's thumbs, rolling out of his grip.  Laughing, Yamina shoved one of his legs aside, tripping him, and took off running down the corridor of the DropShip.  It was no accident her path headed towards their berthing area.<br/><br/>Still laughing, Yamina spun around a technician working on an open panel, her back brushing his side as she twirled.  Yamina used the motion to grab his shoulder and knock him into the middle of the narrow passageway, momentarily blocking it for Hiro.  "No jump jets," she called and took the turn.  At the ladder, she leapt up and grabbed a rung far above her head, then swung her feet up with the momentum and for a moment hung upside down.  She watched Hiro approach, then flexed the muscles in her belly and drew up in a vertical sit-up and pulled herself along the ladder, keeping in front of him.  Keeping out of his grasp.<br/><br/>They were nearing his quarters now, and Yamina sped up.  If Hiro wanted her, he'd have to work for it.