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I Need You
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath
That's what she was like. An addiction. He craved her, he needed her. She was like a drug. He was shooting in L.A, while she was shooting in Texas. This wasn't working. He NEEDED to be with her.
I wanna ride across West Virginia
In the back seat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
He sighed as he did another take. He kept messing this scene up and people were slowly getting tired of him. He just needed to get on a plane for Texas. He needed to feel her underneath him, he needed to hear her moaning his name again. "CUT" the director called, pulling him out of his thoughts.
So I need you like a needle needs a vein
Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs rain
I need you like a lighthouse on the coast
Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost
I need you
He did the take again, he managed to get it right this time and earned himself a break. "Come on." He told himself. "Stop thinking about her for one hour, then you can, then you'll be done with work."
I wanna get lost in some corner booth
Cantina Mexico
I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio
"CUT" damn it, the director was yelling again. This long distance thing wasn't working out. She needed him, she needed to see him, to hear him, to smell him, to feel him. He's like a drug that she needed. She craved for him. He was like oxygen, he was a necessity.
I wanna wrap the moon around us
Lay beside you skin on skin
Make love 'till the sun comes up
'Till the sun goes down again
She wanted to feel him, she missed him so much. She kept fucking up everything she was doing. She groaned. I need to stop thinking about this, this is bad. She kept telling herself. God but she just wanted to feel him inside of her again, she missed his kisses, the way he moaned whenever she gently, almost teasingly, glided her fingers down his chest. It was awful. She needed him, right here, right now.
'Cause I need you like a needle needs a vein
Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain
I need you like a lighthouse on a coast
Like the Father and the Son need the Holy Ghost
I need you
She finally got the break she'd been longing for. She sat under the umbrella in the hot Texas sun, craving for him, for a massage from him. God just to feel his hands work their way over her sore muscles, she moaned slightly. She jumped awake at her name. She was getting weird looks.
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you, oh, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
His plane landed in Texas, in the city where she was shooting. He just left, ran off the set, got in his car, and drove to the airport. Now he was here, he'd finally see her…
She ran, she ran to the car she'd rented and jumped in it, putting the keys in the ignition. She was going, she was headed to L.A, even if it put her job on the line. She was going to be with him. She was at the airport, just walking towards the gates to get on a plane…
Oh, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
She jumped slightly, she saw a face she knew. "Zac!" she screamed.
He heard her voice, he must have imagined it, but looked up anyhow. There she was running to him. "Ness!" he screamed.
They met each other halfway, and in the middle of the airport he caught her in his arms. He immediately attacked her lips in a passionate kiss that lasted forever. She opened her mouth before he could even ask. Their tongues danced together. Finally oxygen became and issue and they pulled apart. Zac started sucking at her neck, finding her sensitive spots, loving the sound of her moaning his name.
"My car, my hotel room. Now." She moaned out
"Good thing I didn't bother to bring luggage." He laughed, letting her down as they intertwined their fingers to head to the front doors of the airport.
Oh I need you too…
Song: I Need You by Tim McGraw
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