Passing

Rated R for nudity and sexual situations.

Revelations

I lay on my side looking at Kit’s young looking face.
‘What have gotten myself into?’ I wondered.
It’s not like I didn’t want to get into it I reminded myself but I had come just find him and talk not start our relationship anew. Then I was fooling myself if I said I didn’t want to but it was so unfair. I had only months to live and he had so much life in him. He didn’t look a day over 18, why would he want someone like me anyway? But he did.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, a smile lighting his face. He reached up to caress my hair and started to pull me down into another kiss. I stopped him though with a finger to his lips.
“No, no more of that until you answer some questions.” I said firmly.
He made a small pouting face.
“Okay,” he said.
“Let’s start with the obvious, what are you?”
He put his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling in thought. The move had his chest flexing in ways that battered at my resolve.
“That’s kind of hard to explain, I’m sort of unique.”
“There seems to be a lot of unique things here, Claire says Beth and Galen have pointed ears that the rest of us can’t see.”

Kit jerked up in the bed.
“Ah Ha! I knew Lady Beth’s plan wouldn’t work!”
“What are you talking about?”
“She hoped to keep you entertained while an artist friend created a drawing of a properly ‘aged’ Kit for me to change into. Then we could resolve our issues and go our separate ways.”
“But it wouldn’t work?”
“Yes, first because despite everything, I love you.”

He started to kiss me again but I stopped him again.
“No, answers first.”
More pouting and then he continued.
“Well it also seems your daughter has the ‘sight’.”
“The sight?”
“Yes, a rare human talent to see through fairy illusion and magic. You see Lady Beth and Galen are Elves.”
“Elves? You mean like in those Lord of the Ring stories Claire likes?”
“Exactly.”

“And you are an Elf?”
“No, I’m something very much different. What do you know about American Indian legends?”
“Not much.”
“You remember the spring?”
“Yes.”
“Well that spring is located world where Elves come from. It has many names in Human folklore, Underhill, The Other World, Tir Na Nog, Fairy. It’s a place of timelessness and magic that overlaps this world, the Mortal World. The Elves aren’t the only things that live there. There are many ‘spirits’ that have been worshipped by Humans. Some of these spirits are animals that have magically evolved if you will. One such group that call themselves ‘The People’ are worshiped by American Indians.”
“So you are one of these People?”
“No, I’m a half-breed. My mother was a shamaness with great spiritual powers. My father was, or still is I guess, Coyote of the People. He fell in love with my mother and took Human form to be with her. Soon after I was born, they were killed in accident. My Aunts didn’t know what to do with me so Father appeared to my guardian, Spirit Singer, in a dream and asked him to take me in.”
“But I thought you said your father was dead?”
“His Human form was but he is still alive in the Other World as a spirit.”

I shook my head. This was all so confusing but I couldn’t ignore the reality of his ears and tail.
“So you are the son of a Human girl and an Indian god?”
“I wouldn’t call him a god but close enough, yes.”
“Do you age?”
I wasn’t sure what I was having more trouble with what he was or the fact that he ‘looked’ young enough to be my son.
“Yes but a lot slower than Humans.”
“So how…”

He reared up rolling on top of me with a growl.
“Enough questions,” he said and silenced my protest with a kiss.
His hands quickly stirred the smoldering fires within me and any further questions were forgotten subsumed by pleasure as his hardness entered me again.

~~~

It was late in the afternoon when I awoke alone in Kit’s bed. I heard sounds coming from the main room. I put on one of Kit’s shirts and went out to find him wearing just a towel around his waist putting a pot on the stove.
“I’m just making some tea,” he said over his shoulder. “The hot water should be recharged if you want to take shower.”
“In a minute,” I said sitting down at the table.

I was just getting ready to ask some more questions when the Deana came in the front door.
“Kit, have you seen…?” She started, then taking in our state of dress, continued.
“I guess you have.”
She noticed Kit’s tail.
“She knows?”
“She knows.” Kit answered.
“How much?”
“Everything, I promised her no more secrets.”
“Oh.”

Deana sat down at the table with me.
“I’m sorry we had trick you, I didn’t really want to.”
“That’s alright, I’m glad Kit still wants to be with me after what happened.”
“Well,” Kit said mixing the tea into a pitcher. “Now that I know what happened.”
“You know what happened?”
“Yes, about your Aunt and Mother.”
“I didn’t tell you about that, how did you know?”
He turned to face us.
“It’s probably easier if I just show you.”

“Kit, that might not…” Deana started.
Before she could finish Kit seemed to sort of shimmer and in his place was Peter. Due to the narrower waist, the towel slipped down around his feet.
“Oh, my God!” I said covering my eyes.
“You see you explained it all to me yesterday.”
“Ah, Kit the towel.” Deana said.
“Oh” he said changing back and pulling the towel up.
“Maybe I should go change,” he said going back into the bedroom.

Deana looked at me with a smile on her face.
“So how is he? Everything you remembered?”
“Deana!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, he is great in bed.”
“How would you…you’ve slept with him?”
“Yes but before you get all shocked there are some things you need to know. First off, most of the people who live here on an everyday basis are special or magical in some way. Myself, I’m a healer and an empath. That means I can feel people’s emotions, I know when they are hurting.”

“When you were here, Kit was the happiest I’ve ever known him. He fell for you hard but it was a good thing after Dannon.”
“Dannon?”
“I think I mentioned back then he had a bad first experience, but that is too long a story for now. After you left, Kit wrote to you everyday without fail. When you didn’t write back he became more and more upset. Then he finally did get a letter but all it said was you didn’t want to hear from him anymore. After that his letters started coming back return to sender. He tried to call but the number in our records was your parent’s house and they said you didn’t want to see him.”

“He kept writing though and then one day he up and disappeared for several days. When he came back he told me he had gone to find you but that you had found another mate, as he put it.”
The dream came to me again and I thought of the night I had first made love to Jeremy.
“That coyote,” I said out loud.
“What?”
“He turns into a coyote, doesn’t he? Like he turned into Peter just now.”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God, that must have been him. It’s a wonder he doesn’t hate me.”

“Well that was part of the reason for the charade with your son. When you showed up, he didn’t know what to think. Spirit Singer and Lady Beth wanted to let you just give up and go away but he insisted he had to know why you here before he could let you go.”
“Yea, I guess that makes sense.”
“Anyway, after he got back, he fell into a deep depression. I could sense him just pinning away. He was really hurt inside. I took it upon myself to try and help him out of it. One thing led to another and we wound up in bed.”
“Then do you…?”
“No, it was never really love, more me offering a lifeline and him accepting. He moved on to other lovers after me but it’s never been about love. It’s been about need. Deep down, he is afraid of being alone. Maybe it’s something to do with losing his parents or something but he can’t survive without companionship. That is why I’m both glad to see you and afraid. Glad because even after all this time, he still loves you and I’m afraid because if you leave, it just may crush him.”

I looked down at the table.
“I couldn’t hope or dream that he would still want me. I had just wanted to see him again one last time, to explain it all before…”
“Yes, speaking of which are you going to tell him or shall I?”
“Tell him what?”
“That you’re sick, maybe dying.”
“You know?”
“Hon, I’m a healer. I knew the moment I hugged you at the hotel. You have to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Kit said coming out of the bedroom.