<strong>Yamina Kazi<br/>Near her <em>Locust</em><br/>With Hiro</strong><br/><br/>Yamina took Hiro's hand and drew it from right to left across the script, speaking in her native tongue.  "السر كاحمامه ,عندما يغادر يدي يطير" she said and let go at the end.  "It means, my secret is like a dove.  When it leaves my hand, it takes wings."  She turned her head to look at him.  "Hiro, you are a very good warrior.  A good man," she added.  "Very direct, like a man should be.  You have a good eye for tactics."  Yamina traced the words one last time with her own hand, then faced Hiro full on.<br/><br/>She watched his eyes only as she unzipped her parka and let it fall about her feet.  Yamina knelt and untabbed her boots, then stepped out of them and drew her socks off one at a time with her toes.  Piece by piece, never looking away from Hiro's dark eyes, she disrobed in the dark shadow of her 'Mech's birdlike legs.  By the time she was done, nude as the virgin on her wedding bed, she shivered like one too from the cold.  Yamina smiled, reached forward, and cupped Hiro's face in both her hands.  The kiss she gave was warm, inviting, and tasted of marshmallows and chocolate.<br/><br/>"It is very cramped in the Locust," she warned, then turned and ascended the chain ladder, naked buttocks flashing like ostrich eggs in the moon's glow before disappearing into her cockpit.  The hatch remained open, inviting Hiro inside.