ON THE ROAD WITH DANNY CONCANNON: NEPAL
Title: "Awakenings"
Companion Piece: None
Danny took hold of CJ's mouth with passion. His lips to her lips. His flesh to her flesh. He just wanted to touch her, feel her breath, smell her skin, look her in the eyes and have her look back. He was overcome with the moment watching her naked body against the white sheets. Thrashing around on his bed and in his heart. He held her tight and watched all the highs and lows on her face taking in every moment like it was the last moment. CJ whispered something into Danny's ear. He couldn't hear her. It didn't sound like anything. She did it again and he still couldn't hear her. Danny buried his face in her neck. They grabbed hands and he kissed her again running down her neck. He listened to her heartbeat and the pace of her voice. It was sweet music to Danny's ears. The sound of her voice, the cadences of her phrase and the varied pitch of her nuances, aroused him more than anything of her he could see. He was in love her, her scent, her joy, her passion, her sound; her. He was in love with her
It was the most exotic dream Danny Concannon had had in long time. And that's just what it was in fact: a dream. All motion turned to a slow as Danny felt CJ slipping away from him. He looked her in eye one last time and saw a sadness that scared him.
"Ah!" Danny woke up in panic. His heart beat as he realized where he was. It took him a moment. Walking up in one new place after another made it hard to remember where he was, or where he bad been.
Danny hit the small light next to his bed to reveal his shabby brown room. A suite at the plaza or a room at the Motel six it wasn't. Danny ran his hands over his face to get him out of his funk. To get himself away from the dream. He found himself having similar dreams about CJ on and off, and often wondered if she did of him, but this one was different.
First, it had been so long since he had a dream about CJ it rocked him to his core. It made him feel lonely and alone. Alone with himself like usual. After a moment he was able to stand and he walked himself into the bathroom to throw cold water on his face. Danny took a breath and rubbed his face.
She was lonely in the dream he thought. She seemed distracted. Perhaps it was because Danny had a similar feeling while watching her press conference that afternoon. He felt it the last time he saw her, even after all she did for him.
"Danny. Post the story now. Right now." He heard her say in his head. It made him feel bad he ever told her she never offered him any curtsy.
He was mad then. He felt betrayed by her and White House. Ok, maybe just her. Danny took a towel to his face and shut off the bathroom light. He sat on his bed and looked at his watch on the table: 3am. He'd have to wake up soon anyway. He rustled led his hand over his red hair. He took a breath.
Again Danny thought of CJ. Where was she? What was she doing now? Who was she with? And what was making her so unhappy? How he wanted to comfort her and make it all go away. But most importantly he wanted to know why.
"Next question?" He heard CJ's voice ring in his head from that afternoon's press conference. The computer was an amazing thing he thought. He wanted to call her, but couldn't. Unless he had a reason Danny never called CJ. Not anymore. It had become awkward between them, each wanting to pretend they were over each other, but weren't.
Danny knew after he wrapped this up his next stop was Washington DC. Pennsylvania Ave. Even if it was only for one day he had to fit it into his schedule to get back. Of course once he got back what would he do? He kept himself away for a reason that went beyond the job, but he was never truly away. Danny's lover had become tortured and he knew that. He just didn't know what to do about it?
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