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Redefining Perfection

Chapter 2 - Dominant Nature

Parker woke with an impending sense of doom the next morning still curled up to Johns side. She didn't want to be bloody separated from him. Especially not with Randy Orton prowling about RAW. She looked up at Johns chiseled features and ran a hand down his cheek lovingly before leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips.

"Mmmm.." He mumbled. "I'm going to miss being woken up like that."

His eyelids cracked open a fraction. "Good morning beautiful."

She grinned and kissed his head. "How are you feeling?"

"Shit."

"Oh baby." She kissed his head wound before jumping up to begin getting ready. "We've got a planes to catch."

Randy watched the couple walk into the private WWE holding room at the airport. He scowled as Parker laughed at something John said and they took their seats next to Maria and Nick, only a little away from him.

"My, my, my, doesn't your hair just scream fuck me?" Maria asked looking at her best friends messy do.

"No." Parker said offended. "It does not scream 'fuck me'."

Maria laughed. "Whatever. Whatever."

"We all know your outfit screams fuck me though." She replied taking a shot at her red headed friend.

"Cold much?" Asked Maria.

"Yeah don't insult my girlfriend you RAW scum." Nick joked.

"Shut up you SmackDown bully."

"Or what Mrs Fuck Me Hair?"

"Well as least someone would want to fuck me."

"Hey, I'd fuck Nick." Maria cut in protecting her boyfriend.

"Yeah." Nick said sounding like a girl out of the movies.

"Whatever. Mr and Mrs Ziggles." Parker replied using John's nickname for Nick's ring name.

"If we're married then we must be fucking, no one would want to fuck you." Nick replied sticking his tongue out.

"I fucking wish I could fuck you." John mumbled in her ear ending the play-argument.

Parker turned grinning widely and kissed John on the cheek. "God I love you."

He smiled at her. The smile slipped off his face though as he saw Randy Orton watching her. Parker noticed something was up and followed Johns gaze. Her face fell as her eyes locked with those of Randy Orton, he smirked at her not even bothering to look away. John was still glaring in his direction.

"I don't want you alone while you're on RAW." John whispered.

"John don't be silly."

"No. I'm not being silly Parker. I see the way he looks at you." John scowled. "They don't call him 'The Viper' for nothing."

"John…"

"I mean it."

"Alright." She said kissing his jaw line before trailing her lips down his neck to make him either calm down or direct that passion into another form...like lust. "If that's what you want."

He looked down at the beautiful young woman in his arms. "I want you safe."

"Ladies and Gentlemen flight 246 to Dallas Texas now boarding." A voice crackled from a speaker in the corner.

Parker sighed. "That's me." She muttered.

John wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, pulling her onto his lap, as the other RAW superstars began to stand. "No don't go to RAW. They can't have you. You're mine."

She giggled. "John don't be an idiot. I have to get on the plane, now are you going to kiss me goodbye or do you need a written invitation?"

John pretended to think about it. "Well…"

"John don't make me go all physco-bitch on your annoying ass." She warned.

He smiled and kissed her lovingly and softly on the lips.

"No one wants to see that." Randy Orton spat.

The rest of the superstars in the room, who really weren't bothered because Melina and Batista were kissing passionately in front of everyone to say goodbye, rolled their eyes. They didn't care at goodbyes, that's just the way it is, but Randy, everyone could see he wanted Parker.

"How about you don't watch then?" Parker suggested continuing to place small kisses on Johns lips.

"You know I think.."

"Rest assured Orton, no one gives a shit what you think." She spat cutting him off.

John Cena cracked up in the background. Randy glared at Parker his nostrils flaring. No one disrespected him. He watched as she clambered off her boyfriend muttering a loving goodbye and skipped onto the plane with Melina who had finished kissing Dave.

Parker boarded the plane instantly feeling the separation as she shuffled down the isle to find her seat. She ended up next to Melina and Barbie.

"Separation sucks." She said as the plane took off.

Melina nodded in agreement.

"You two are pathetic." Barbie said. "You've only just left them."

"Your just jealous you don't have a smoking hot boyfriend to miss." Parker said sticking her tongue out.

"I miss Dave." Melina moaned.

"At least you had some amazing fucking hot bang-your-brains-out goodbye sex last night. I couldn't even do that because of Johns head." Parker moped.

"Oh yeah what happened there?" Asked Cena leaning over. Parker went a little red as she realized everyone must have heard that but she shook it off.

John got on with most of the superstars so they were all interested to know what happened.

"Orton happened." Parker said glaring, Randy smirked at her.

Once the plane had been in the air for about an hour Parker got up and shuffled down the isle towards the toilet wondering why the hell you have to shuffle on a plane and can't just fucking walk. Surely they could make the isles bigger or something. Randy Orton followed her unnoticed because he was sitting on the other side of the plane. Like he said before, no one disrespects him and Parker was about to learn that the hard way.

Parker finished her business and opened her toilet door only to be slammed back in with a hand covering her mouth. Randy glared down at the girl in front of him before locking the door. He was going to teach her a lesson.

"G-get away from me Orton." Parker stuttered, scared out of her mind.

He laughed quietly, "Or what?"

She gulped.

"No one disrespects me Parker, and you're about to learn why." He smirked evilly.

Her eyes widened and she tried to move around his massive body but that was made really hard by the small space she was stuck in. He laughed again as she struggled. Pushing on his massive frame.

"I'll fucking scream." She threatened.

He covered her mouth with his. There would be no fucking screaming here.

Parker tried to turn away from his kiss but he held her head forcefully in place and pushed his body against hers. She found herself trapped. Again.

'God I hope this won't be a fucking regular occurrence.' She thought.

Randy ran his hands down from her face and rested them on her hips. She could pull away from the kiss at least. She didn't.

The butterflies were attacking the inside of her stomach again and Parker found herself immobile. She couldn't back off. Her head was screaming at her to move her fucking head away from his and scream but her body was telling her that it would not move from his soft lips because he was so damn intoxicating.

Randy forced his tongue inside Parker's mouth and that's when she realized what was going on. In her head although she knew it was Randy and not John it hadn't really sunk in until then. Before Randy had been kissing her softly in a John like way and it had felt familiar. Now he was forcing himself upon her and she struggled again. Randy wouldn't let her mouth leave his and in her panic to escape she bit down on his tongue.

Randy ripped away from Parker holding his hand to his mouth furious. "You bitch." He spat.

"Bite me." She replied, fired up from the adrenaline that was still coursing through her body.

"I consider that an invitation for foreplay." Randy replied regaining his wits about him.

She made a disgusted look feeling physically sick. "Maybe I should teach you a rougher lesson." He grinned sadistically moving towards her.

"W-w-what are you going to do?" She stammered.

"I think we should join the mile high club don't you?" He asked.

The colour drained out of her face as he slid up to her. She thought she was starting to understand why he was called the viper as his hand ran up to the hem of her jeans. She pushed him off.

"Don't worry. It's always better rough." He growled. "I like a challenge."

His hand went to his belt. She wanted to scream but it felt like her voice had left her. Her heart hammered against her chest but none of that was bothering her. What bothered her, was their was a tiny part of her, that wanted to do Randy. A tiny part of her, wanted to know, what exactly was Randy 'The Viper' Orton like?

"Randy Melina's looking for her." Came a voice outside the door.

Randy growled and turned opening the door.

"If you tell anyone about this.." He threatened, "I'll make your life a living hell."

Parker was intimidated. She'd openly admit that, and there's no way she was going to call Randy's bluff. No way. She just nodded quickly before running back to her seat and sitting down, drained completely mentally and physically, her face had gone a deathly pale.

Randy smirked to himself as he watched Parker pretend flying made her nauseous. He was breaking her. Breaking down what little resolve she had. She'd be his soon enough.

Stepping off the plane an half an hour later Parker felt herself breathe a sigh of relief. Her phone rang as soon as the superstars stepped outside the airport and turned them on while waiting for the rental cars to be brought round. She slid it up leaning against a wall a little away from the rest of the group who were standing chatting happily enough in their little sets of friends waiting for the cars.

Her hands were shaking and she struggled to keep her voice steady as she greeted her boyfriend.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey.." Parker replied weakly.

"What's the matter?" He asked instantly.

"Nothing I-It's nothing."

"Parker don't lie to me. I may not be perfect but I like to think parts of me are pretty damn awesome. The worried boyfriend is one of those parts." He joked, although there was a serious tenor running through the sentence.

"Well, I-it's just…on the plane…" Parker looked up from fingering the hem of her shirt and biting her lip nervously as a shadow came over her blocking the sun. She was surrounded by Legacy.

Randy raised his eyebrows in a clear, 'You really wanna finish that sentence?' gesture. Cody and Ted cracked their knuckles. She gulped her eyes moving quickly to each man.

"You know what John…it's not important." She said into the phone.

"Anything that upsets my girlfriend is important Parker." John said in a serious tone.

'Damn it,' Parker found herself thinking 'Why does he have to care so much?'

"I..I just got a little sick is all." She muttered.

"Flying's never bothered you before." He said suspiciously.

"I never said it was the flying." She replied.

"So what was it?" He asked.

"I…I just missed you." She sighed.

"I miss you too. Listen I have to go my connection's boarding. Love you."

Randy viciously yanked her head up to stop her staring at the ground.

"I love you too." She replied staring straight into the eyes of Randy Orton.

Cody rather rudely snatched her phone and shut her phone for her.

"I know you do. Glad you've finally accepted that." Randy replied arrogantly.

She sharply twisted her face out of his grasp.

"I will never love you." She spat. "In fact I feel sick whenever I'm anywhere near you asshole."

Randy moved towards her putting his finger up to tell her something, his eyes wide, feeling livid, but she pushed it out of her face.

"I'm not a doll Orton. You can't fucking play with me." She warned before storming off towards the rest of the group.

RAW that night went down alright. Randy didn't speak to her. He didn't even go near her and to be honest…that scared her more than anything. Wondering when he was going to strike. She knew he would. Randy wouldn't take those comments and disrespect laying down. She just didn't know when. Out of fear she stayed locked up in her hotel room the rest of the week, attempting to figure it out.

The next week on RAW however didn't go down to smoothly. Parker had just finished having a shower and changing when she found herself being pulled back and slammed into the lockers the other side of the room. Hard.

It was Orton's little cronies of course. Who else would it be? Orton walked up to her glaring intensely.

"Let me make one thing straight about the way things work. Around here, I get what I want. I want you."

"Well you know what it is to want then." She replied frostily.

Ted and Cody pushed her forwards a little before slamming her back into the lockers again. She groaned on the impact. Who knew lockers were so fucking hard?

"I will have you. I want you. So I will get you." Randy said in a low voice, his face inches away from her own.

"Funny. You looked like you really wanted to beat John Cena for the WWE championship last week but that didn't happen did it?" She asked taking a stab at hurting him back.

It worked.

Randy's fist connected with her stomach and she doubled over, spots in her eyes. A punch from a woman she could handle. A punch from a man was an entirely different matter. Randy yanked her head up by her hair so she was looking at him.

"Oh make no mistake." He said gently running his other hand across her cheek. She tried to jerk away unsuccessfully. "I will get what I want."

He yanked her up straight, which made a whole knew pain blossom in her stomach where her body hadn't recovered from the impact and she groaned stumbling a little. He smirked.

"It wouldn't come to this if you would just give me what I want." He said disappointed.

"Never." She growled.

His lips attacked hers as she was slammed into the locker once more. Her back felt like it was on fire with pain. He forced his tongue into her mouth and stroked up and down her sides. Her arms were being held on either side of her as were her legs by Legacy. She couldn't wiggle away even a little because of the pain it caused in her stomach. His rough hands slipped beneath her shirt feeling course and dry on her soft skin. She tried to fight. He applied a little pressure to her sides and she buckled. The pain was to much. One good thing about that though, it meant her body wasn't responding to him.

"PARKER!" Came a voice from down the hall. "PARKER WHERE ARE YOU? JOHN AND DAVE JUST SHOWED UP!" Melina roared.

Her eyes snapped open. She tended to close them so she couldn't see what he was doing, but at the mention of John they opened. He showed up. He actually visited. She wanted to smile but now might not be the time.

Randy growled against her lips. "Until next time Parker."

"There won't be a next time." She spat as she walked out to meet her friend.

Although she had escaped by sheer luck from an awful situation, Parker still disgusted herself as she battled down the tiny piece of her that wanted that next time.

She was walking to meet her fabulous perfection. The boyfriend that treated her like an equal, with dignity and respect, let her make her own choices, and she was disgusted at how part of her wanted to be dominated. Bitterly she thought of he father. How it must have come from being dominated by him. That must be it. She just can't like Randy Orton's dominant nature. John was her perfection.

John. Not Randy Fucking Orton. John.


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