Galen and Kira: A Memory
Gryph and Kassidy
Kira walked into her office, clutching a
clipboard. She peered down at it, searching for an answer… some clue,
perhaps, as to why she’d lost her patient a short time earlier. Still
lost in thought, she put the clipboard down and caught sight of the strange
yellow and blue flowers lying near the edge of her desk. She reached for
them, knowing instantly what they meant. Only one ape had ever given her
the bird-of-paradise flower before… someone she’d thought to spend the rest
of her life with.
She brought the exotic blooms closer to her face, thoughts in a whirl, then turned to face Galen.
"Hello, Kira," he said quietly, nodding
from his position behind the office door.
He looked different, and the same. Older, maybe…tired. But the
kindness remained in his face.
"As simple as that. This," and she
held the flowers out, "to remind me, a casual hello… and everything else
"Not everything," he said warmly, voice low. She repressed
the shiver that raced down her spine as he
moved towards her on silent feet.
"Go away, Galen," she said, voice abrupt.
"Kira, I need your help," he said,
imploring her with gentle eyes.
"You are a criminal and a traitor," she replied, voice shaking with
"Oh come now, you don’t really believe that," he said dismissively.
"What else would I believe?" Her voice was incredulous.
"Galen, it’s dangerous for you here. Go away."
"Kira, a friend of mine has been hurt,"
he said firmly.
Trying to sound scornful, she snapped back, "You don’t have any friends
but renegade humans."
"Unless you help him he may die," Galen said, steel creeping into
"Why should I care if a human dies?"
"If for no other reason than because I care… a very great deal," he replied, softly, still
certain that she would help him. She saw it in his eyes and mistook it
for arrogance. It infuriated her.
"I don’t know you anymore," she, scathing. "You’re a
stranger who’s chosen to live with humans!"
Galen closed his eyes, weary, then turned and stared at her. "Is
that such a dreadful crime?" he asked.
Something about his weariness and his need touched her, and the fact that he
could effect her so easily after all this time
made her scramble for words. She didn’t want this,
she didn’t need this or him at this time in her life. After all they’d
They’d learned to love for the first time, together. She squeezed her
eyes shut against the rush of emotions.
"I should call the police," she burst out.
He looked at her with disbelief. "They’d kill me!"
His open skepticism urged her on. "They’d be doing justice,"
she said stridently, nodding for emphasis.
Galen stared at her, brown eyes pained. "I loved you," he
said softly. Kira turned her head away and
stared out the window. "To hear you say those words now…." he breathed out sharply.
"I’m sorry I came," he said.
Memories had flooded over him ever since he realized he’d see her
again. Out of necessity, yes, but he trusted her with his life and the
lives of his friends.
She had a clear, direct gaze that held your eyes. With their university
class instructor, her answers were always direct, logical, and unafraid,
spoken in a firm yet quiet voice. Her intensity and assurance of manner
intimidated some of her colleagues, but not Galen.
As he’d come to know her better, his admiration for her-and his attraction to
her-only heightened. Her mind
was precise, yet open to the ideas of others. And he had to
admit, it didn’t hurt that she was beautiful, with a dark, shining pelt and
soft brown eyes.
Galen grabbed Kira
by the wrist and pulled her deep into the shadows behind one of the
instructional buildings of the university. He had caught up with her as he
was leaving an anthropology class. They had been discussing the mating
rituals of the lower animals, and while he, like his classmates, found the
specific details of human mating distasteful, the idea of giving in to his
more primal instincts with his lovely girlfriend had left him aching to hold
The wide-eyed look of surprise on Kira’s face only
further fueled Galen’s need. Removing the books from her arms and
placing them gently on the ground, he turned back and gently tapped his lips
against hers as he wove his fingers into her hands. Finally, their muzzles
pressed together with more force, and their lips moved against each other in
a warm embrace. Kira broke the kiss first,
retreating half a step to stare into Galen’s compassionate brown eyes.
"What was that for?" she asked, a trifle breathless with just a
hint of a smile parting her lips. "What’s gotten into you?"
"You have, Kira,"
he replied with fierce devotion. "You are under my skin. In my brain. In
my heart. In my soul," he punctuated each sentence with a kiss on one of
the fingers of her hand, and finished with a whisper. For the first
time in his life, Galen was in love-not a crush, not lust-but love. The
thought amazed him.
Kira’s smile broadened, her brown eyes shining. She
sensed mischief in Galen, and was unsure where his thoughts were headed.
Galen bent down to pick up the books from the ground, and looked around to
see if they were being observed before he took Kira’s
hand again and with a gentle tug, led her into a thick copse of trees that
abutted the building.
"Where are we going, Galen? I have another class in a few
minutes...." she trailed off as her companion released her hand to place
a finger on her lips.
"You are the brightest student in the medical program, dearest. You can
afford to skip a class every now and then. Just don’t make a habit of
it," he teased her, and guided her deeper into the woods. With a sigh of
resignation, Kira followed, struggling to silence
her protests and let herself go with the spontaneity
of the moment.
They came to a clearing next to a small stream, and Galen deposited their books
safely on a rock. He took her hand in his own and gazed into her solemn brown
eyes, pulling Kira down into the soft grass until
they knelt facing each other. It was quiet here with only the tumbling
of water over the smooth stones of the stream and the birds calling from the
Galen’s long brown finger traced a
path along the side of her face, down to the fur under her chin. He combed
his fingers through the luxurious pelt there, encouraged by Kira’s soft sigh of pleasure. Crinkling his nose and
lifting one brow, he let the question that had been on his mind all day fall
silently between them. Kira tilted her head to one
side and shrugged, an unspoken acquiescence.
Galen reached around Kira and undid the fastenings
of her dress with trembling fingers. Kira was going
to be his first, and he would be for her, too. He lifted the dress over
her head, revealing her breasts. Kira gasped
softly as the warm air caressed her sensitive flesh.
"Galen, someone is going to find us," she protested, face flushed.
"No one is around. Everyone’s in class," he reassured her
softly, pulling his own tunic over his head and discarding it.
"Like us?" The question dripped sarcasm, and was followed by an
Kira stared up at him through long, thick lashes.
The sight of his beloved naked was enough to cause a familiar heat in his
groin. He reached out with both hands and began to stroke and comb his long fingers through the fur on her shoulders,
while encouraging noises issued from his throat. Kira
returned the gestures and after a few minutes of grooming interspersed with
kissing, they were both breathing heavily. Kira
pulled back and tilted her head at him.
Galen stood and pushed down the waistband of his pants. A small moan
escaped from Kira’s lips as she saw him fully naked
for the first time. As a medical student, she had seen diagrams and even live
specimens of the male anatomy, but none of them had belonged to the male she
loved. None of them had been rigid with need for her.
Kira lay back and he lowered himself to her,
wanting her, murmuring her name. She raised her hand to his face,
stroking him, and they kissed again, Galen running his hands over her
body. He felt an almost unbearable excitement, coupled with an intense
desire to make the experience good for her. He hoped he could make her
feel the way she made him feel.
In the moment before penetration she was afraid, and raised her eyes to the
rich green canopy hiding them from the open sky. He saw it in her face
and cupped his hand around her jawline, urging her
eyes to his, questioning. As much as he desired her, he never wanted
She smoothed his fur back, away from his face, took a deep breath and stared
into his eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly, full of both
anticipation and reluctance. He whispered to her, uncertain but longing: "Are you
She nodded firmly and put her arms around his shoulders. He moved
slowly into her, then stopped almost immediately as she gasped, stiffening
until she urged him on again with her hips. The exquisite feeling of
his beloved surrounding him, warm and wet, shivered up his spine. She
flung her head back, moving against him, and the passion began to mount in
both of them.
He was overjoyed when she screamed and called his name.
Galen glanced longingly at Kira, remembering.
His first, his last-his lost love. He shook his head clear of the
memories. It was in the past now. All of it. He knew
that. What had he thought after all this time- that she’d welcome him
with open arms?
He turned away, walking towards the door.
At the last possible moment, her voice called to him, full of reluctance, yet
unable to remain still against his silent retreat: "Galen!"
He turned to her with hope in his eyes.