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Author's Note: This was originally a song fic series, however seeing as they dont allow those anymore and took my story down, i have decided to re post them without the lyrics, therefore no longer making them song fics lol. The first few chapters are all reposts, however i have made a few changes and additions. Each chapter focuses on one Diva/Superstar pairing that is revealed throughout the chapter. These are intentionally one-shots, however i may continue the story later on in another chapter.

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So I Need You

She sat up and looked at the man who lay beside her. She sighed, contented with herself, as she thought of the things they had just done. Yet, she knew she shouldn't be this happy; she wasn't allowed to be. Or at least with him she wasn't allowed to be happy, for he was a married man. Granted, his marriage had been in shambles as of late, she knew, they both knew, he still loved his wife. And those unspoken words were what pained her the most.

Of course she knew the whole predicament was wrong, he did too, and that's what had made it even more exciting in the beginning. It was as if she was the forbidden fruit and he was torturing himself trying to stay away from her. And when he could no longer take it, when he just had to have her; he had to satisfy himself no matter what the cost.

On the other hand, she had never wanted this. She wasn't a home wrecker, even though everyone thought she was, or would be. She had often questioned herself and him, fully knowing what they were doing was wrong. He in turn had reassured her many nights that this was what he wanted. All he wanted was to be with her, and this made it even more difficult for her. As hard as she tried to resist him, she couldn't. When he would look at her with those pleading green eyes, and tell her he wanted her, she would melt, and all prior feelings vanished.

Every night she would let him take over her mind, body, and soul. Again, she had never intended for this to happen. She had never wanted to actually fall for him; knowing she could never have him. She had given him she heart unintentionally, and there was no way out of it now. She wanted so badly to break free: to leave him. Try as she may, she could never bring herself to do it. And so, she conceded to the fact that she would never win this one, after all he had already conquered her heart unknowingly.

She slipped on her robe and pulled her blonde hair up into a ponytail. She strode outside, and leant over the railing of the balcony.

This had become a reoccurrence for her. Every night she chastised herself, telling herself to get out while she still could. But she knew that is was already too late. She loved him, and he would never, could never, feel the same about her.

She shook her head, remembered the day it had all begun; the day she began to lose herself. They had begun some harmless flirting, and everyone just laughed along. Throughout a whole month there was flirting, innuendos dropped, and some very close encounters. Finally one night, he pulled her into his locker room and sat her down. He flat out told her he wanted her, and why. She had felt, in a way, special that he had chosen her. He could have had any other woman she was sure, but he chose her. She agreed and, surprising even herself, straddled his waist and began to kiss him. And so every night for the next five months they met up in hotel rooms, locker rooms or where ever else. For five months she last lost herself in him.

She closed her eyes as the tears began to freely fall. "Damn it Torrie, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

She was never lucky in love, but this was an all time low. She took a breath of the cool air, trying to stop herself from crying, but she couldn't. All the memories kept flooding her brain.

She remembered how he had told her they had to be careful, so as to not cause any suspicion. "Torrie," he had said, " we can't act like this around everyone. We can't afford to be careless, only when we're alone."

She had agreed, but he was the one who kept going back on his word. From time to time, when they were in a public place, he would get her all hot and bothered by whispering the things he would do to her later that night. He would have this mischievous grin on his face, and then Torrie would replay him the favor by running her foot up his leg, an action she knew would drive him crazy.

And if people had begun to suspect anything, they never said a word. Perhaps they thought it wasn't their place to say anything, and they were right. They were two adults who could make their own decisions. And if he wanted to sacrifice his marriage just to fulfill his sexual needs, then be it.

But what no one knew was that Torrie was slowly succumbing her heart. She had tried to talk to Trish about it, but she just couldn't get it all out. Even though Trish was one of her best friends, Torrie was afraid of what she would think of her. She was scared that she'd lose her friends; even though deep down she knew that would all understand.

She brushed back the rest of her tears and looked back into the room. He was still asleep. Thank God. She watched him a few more minutes; he was beautiful. She loved everything about him: his piercing green eyes, his long blonde hair; he was truly perfect. She turned back to face the night's sky. She could never leave him; it would kill her. She needed to be close to him. She needed to feel his touch, even if it was only during the night that he was hers.

She stood there contemplating as she felt eyes watching her. She slowly turned around to come face to face with him. He stood there in his boxers, leaning against the doorframe like he was some Greek God.

He studied her face before he spoke, "You've been crying. What's wrong? Did something happen?"

He walked towards her as she shook her head, "No, I guess it's the air. It must have blown something into my eye I suppose." She turned to face the other way. She could never look him straight in the eyes and lie.

He walked towards her and placed his arms around her slim waist. He knew she was lying; he had heard her cry. He just wanted to help her, but she always seemed to push him away. She was weird that way; one minute she was open with him, and the next she would shut down.

"Are you sure?"

She put on a brave face and smiled, "Ya. It's gone now, so no biggie." She paused thinking of something to say, "It's pretty out tonight isn't it?'

He nuzzled into her neck rotating between kissing and biting her skin, "Not as pretty as you look."

"Adam..." she whispered as he continued to take over her neck.

She arched her back as he continued to kiss her and let out a whimper. He was doing it again; he was taking over her mind, body and soul. And she couldn't stop him, she didn't want to either. She loved the way he kissed her, the way he made her feel whole. Truth be told, no matter how wrong it was she didn't want it to stop, she didn't want it to end.

Adam led her back inside toward the bed, placed her on it then moving over her. He removed her soft white robe, and she didn't protest. She knew this should all come to an end, and that one day it would, but right now she couldn't bring herself to do it

Adam continued to kiss down her body as she tangled her hands in his hair. She pulled him up and kissed him hard on the lips. She needed him, and if this was all she was ever going to get, then she was going to take it and never let go. Because she needed him, even more than she knew.