Moonsong Glacier akiaguk ¤ {m}

There were many reasons to kiss someone like Ariadne; some which were obvious to him, some which were very deeply hidden in his own psyche, but none of it mattered while the act transpired. He was perhaps feeling too exposed after the exposition about his family and his troubles; Kilgitsuk knew there were many men clamoring for Ariadne's attention but they were far away in this moment of privacy, of seclusion. The look upon her face was suggestive so he had not been afraid to take that cue and run with it.

She was hungry for the attention, he realized. As forward as he had been in the start, Ariadne was ravenous; and when they finally parted it was to give one-another space enough to breathe the same air, to feel the warmth of body against body; and when she spoke, he laughed! She sounded just like a girl of her age — but he too became like a boy younger by years than he was, filling the space with that moment of connection.

Kilgitsuk leans in as if to kiss her again but this time, he does not. He murmurs lowly to her: I could not stop myself any longer, Ariadne. I must have you his eyes said, of which he had no control; but the rest of him he could manage, and Kilgitsuk contained the familiar desire. It was not the right moment to take things so far.