A/N: This chapter contains strong sexual content.

This is a repost of chapter 13. This is the chapter that I orginally had, but I cut it to save space and because I often worry about being too graphic with my younger readers. Having said that, I've let a select few read this version and they seem convinced that it was alright to post. I think in order to completely understand what Randy feels and Parker's transformation into a Super Star, it's important to get the whole story of what happened in Orton's hotel room.

With that, I hope you enjoy the original version.

Chapter 13 - orignal

His huge hand was protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers made Parker feel safe. Although she was sure that a temporary distraction was what she needed, Randy didn't exactly strike her as the romantic type. And maybe that was a good thing. He had proven to her to be honest in the past and right now, she honestly needed to know if she was desirable.

Taking Randy Orton back to her room was a crap shoot. He could turn out to be just like John Cena, and Parker didn't know if she could handle hearing about their night through the media too. But at that moment, Parker needed something; she needed to show her confidence and she wasn't sure that hand holding was the way to do it. She may have proclaimed it to Cena on that patio, but inside she felt anything but. Even the most confident people still need a reminder every once in awhile.

Parker silently watched the numbers on the hotel doors ascend before pausing in front of room 322. This was it; this was room that Randy had booked for the girls. She would bring Randy inside, spend some time with him and then he'd be on his way. But then what? He'd do one and be done and Parker would be left alone to pick up the pieces and move on with her life.

It was the slight tug on her hand and the gentle nod of his head that made her look at him. That smirk was unlike any she had ever seen before. This wasn't the traditional cocky Orton smirk; this one held a boyish charm that silently told her to trust him. She continued to walk up the hall with him until they were in front of another door.

For the first time in Randy Orton's life, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't whisper sweet things to her to make her feel better; he knew for damn sure that Parker wouldn't take him seriously. It was one of the downfalls of being the Legend Killer. Everyone thought him to be a bullshitter and for the most part that was true. Randy could bullshit his way out of and into any situation he saw fit. But, he didn't want Parker to doubt him or question his motives; even if what he wanted to tell her was the truth. He wanted to be with her and if he couldn't convince her verbally, then his actions would have to speak louder than his words.

Randy led Parker into his hotel room and closed the door quietly behind him. He wanted to be alone with her and not run the risk of Avery interrupting them. Not there were going to be any candles and soft music or anything of the sort; Randy was not the gentle, warm and fuzzy, romantic type. And that didn't make how he felt any less valid. Besides, Parker didn't need someone to coddle her. She needed to feel as beautiful as she truly was.

He watched as Parker stood in the middle of the room raking her fingers through her hair. He knew that even though this thing with Cena was over, the remnants of what happened still weighed heavily on her mind. It was written all over her face. The happy smile that she once had was replaced by a sad one and those shining brown eyes of hers were clouded over with hurt and uncertainty. If anyone understood that you had to tell yourself something constantly before your heart believed it, it was Randy. He hadn't become that cocky overnight. It took years of proving to everyone that he was more than just his father's son and there were still some days when he wasn't so sure that was true. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Parker turned to face him and scrunched her face. "Yeah…I'm just..." She shrugged because she couldn't find the right words. "I don't know." Her brain was still processing everything that happened while she fought an internal war between those negative thoughts and the truth.

Randy walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, bending considerably to place his chin on her shoulder. "I never noticed how short you were before." Standing back to his 6'4" height, he looked down at her mere 5'4" frame. "You're so tiny."

"I don't think anyone has ever used the word tiny to describe me before." She couldn't help it…that's what she always did. She had gotten so use to joking about her weight so that other people wouldn't do it first. People found it less humorous to make fun of her if she showed it didn't hurt her and when she joked herself, they usually didn't know how to handle it. It was a diversionary tactic that worked well and Parker didn't even realize she was using it on him.

Randy Orton saw right through her act. Shaking his head, he took Parker's hands in his and looked her in the eye. "Don't." There was no reason for this incredible woman to ever put herself down. "Not here…not with me." He regarded her look of uncertainty and smiled gently at her. "You don't have to pretend to be Superwoman or the Last Comic Standing…not tonight. Tonight, I want to be with the real Parker."

The real Parker's head was swimming at that moment. "Well, what you see is what you get." The disengaged tone in her voice was unmistakable. Even though she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't escape how badly John Cena had hurt her.

"Then, tell me what I should see." Randy led Parker through the room over to the full length mirror and stood behind her. He watched the way she lifted her chin at image in front of them. "Tell me about that woman, right there."

Parker smiled looking at herself. "She's smart, fun…a good person. She's charming and witty…" It was too hard to remember all of the good things when she kept hearing that interview play over in her head. She knew Cena was full of shit, but still, his words managed to grow roots in the back of her mind and refused to go away. "I'm gonna be a great doctor and one day I'm gonna have a family. I'm confident. I'm fabulous…"

Randy nodded in agreement, but that wasn't what he was looking for. "That's all you see? That's pretty sad. You did a great job of telling me what's on the inside, but nothing about the outside."

"I'm fat." That was as all that her eyes could process at that moment.

"Then you must need glasses." Randy ran his hands up Parker's arms and rested them on her shoulders. "Do you wanna know what I see when I look at you?"

Sighing, she replied. "Let me have it…I can take it."

"I have no doubt that you can take it. And believe me… you can have it as much as you want." He leaned down so he could speak directly into her ear. He didn't want to chance his words getting twisted through the space between them. His message needed to go directly to her brain for immediate processing. "You have incredible hair that I wanna run my fingers through." He locked eyes with her through the mirror. "Intense brown eyes that I wanna make roll into the back of your head. These lips that I can't wait to suck on..."

The images that Randy was giving her, all but drop-kicked John Cena's words out of her brain. She couldn't hold his stare anymore; instead, she could only watch his fingers as they slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She lifted her eyes back to his through the mirror and saw a look on his face that she had always wished to see when a man looked at her. Hunger, want, desire, unbridled sexual attraction…that's what Randy saw when he looked at her and his face told it all.

Randy smoothed the shirt from her shoulders and gently tossed the garment to the side. He ran his fingers down her back and in one swift movement, unhooked her bra; even though it had four clamps holding that puppy in place. Apparently, Randy was an expert and there wasn't a doubt in Parker's mind that Randy was as talented as Avery claimed him to be.

Parker was impressed. "You're good." The first real smile, in what felt like forever, crossed her face.

"Oh, I get better..." He let his hands travel up her back, over her shoulders and down her chest. Placing both hands inside of the cups, he touched her, gently pushing her bra to the floor. "You have two of the most perfect tits ever created." His voice got deeper and he closed his eyes at the feel of her breasts beneath his palms. Being a breast man, that was his weak spot. All of the foreplay in the world didn't get him half as excited as natural breasts did. Randy couldn't get enough of hers.

She felt his lips touch the soft skin just below her ear, then move slowly down her neck, peppering kisses until he reached her shoulder. It was at that moment that Parker forgot her own name. She couldn't remember when she became attracted to Randy, but somehow he was just about the sexiest thing that she had ever witnessed. In the short amount of time that she spent with him, Randy managed to show her more than Cena ever did. John showed her a good time; Randy was showing her that she was wanted.

Randy was smooth; that had always been his selling point. He could turn on the charm and have women bend at his will. But tonight, he wasn't doing all of that. There would be no bullshit or faking involved. He wasn't Randy Orton, the WWE Superstar; tonight he just Randy, a guy that really wanted to be with a girl named, Parker.

Randy slowly walked around until he was standing in front of her. He lowered himself to his knees and took both of her hands and placing them on his shoulders so that she could keep her balance. He lifted each foot to remove her shoes and socks and smiled when she giggled. He couldn't believe that no man had ever treated her with this much care before. It was a shame too, because to him, she should have always been taken care of. Every curve, every roll and protrusion should have always been treated like it was something to be savored.

Randy unbuttoned her Capri pants and slowly slid down the zipper. He could hear her hold her breath and noticed the way she clinched her stomach. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed…not with him. Carefully, he slid her pants and underwear down to her thighs and ran his hands up her hips. "You have hips that I wanna watch move when you work me." Parker's pants fell to the floor and Randy held her hand so she could step out of them. "Thighs that I wanna feel on my face. I wanna get inside and not come out." He pressed his lips to her stomach and let his tongue run over her navel, while his hands traveled to her backside. Resting his cheek against the soft flesh of her abdomen, Randy closed his eyes. "And an ass that I wanna see bent over, with me in between it."

Parker lifted her eyes to his as stood in front of her. There was no feeling in the world, like when he kissed her. It wasn't a sweet kiss like the one he had given her the first time she met him. Nor was it a gentle kiss like the one they shared at the elevator. This kiss was passionate, so much so, that she gasped as soon as his tongue touched hers. It was slow, it was agonizing... it was beautiful.

Randy took Parker's hands and slid them under the hem of his t-shirt. Holding her arms by the wrists, he guided her hands up his stomach toward his chest. He watched as she pulled the shirt up further, until finally he heard it fall on the floor behind him. His eyes followed her hands as they explored every muscle and striation. Drunk…Randy Orton was drunk from the feeling of her hands on him. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

At that comment Parker laughed. It was not so much that it was inappropriate, but because that was the first time she had ever seen Randy be so serious. "You definitely have a way with words."

Randy shrugged. "It's a gift." He unbuttoned his pants and raised a brow when Parker stuck her hand inside. He couldn't stop that smirk when her eyes widened. "I think I'm big enough for the ride." He motioned toward her tattoo. As his pants dropped to the floor, Randy place Parker's hands back over his ever hardening length. "Can you feel how I see you?"

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. He could hear Parker's sudden gasp when he picked her up off of the floor, like it was nothing, and carried her over to the bed. Her weight really didn't bother him; not in the least. Parker's size meant that there was just more of her to love. And truthfully she wasn't that big; not to him. The world might have told him that Parker was obese, but Randy wasn't the type to follow the rules anyway. He did his own thing; he liked what he liked. And it just so happened that he really liked her.

Her mind clouded over when his tongue traced her lips and then slowly moved down her chin. His hands kneaded her breasts in a fashion that she had never had them touched before. He seemed to marvel their shape and he gently squeezed and released every part until he learned where she was the most sensitive. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and index finger before cupping them with palm of his hand. And the more her hands gently massaged his scalp, the harder he sucked on her soft skin.

Randy let out a satisfied sigh when he buried his face between her breasts and gently lapped at the flesh between them. In all of the sexual experiences she had ever had, Parker never had someone completely devour her the way that Randy Orton did. He treated each breast with the same care and attention. He alternated between squeezing, pinching, sucking, and licking. Whether he had them pushed together and showered them with affection simultaneously, or when he treated them one at a time, Parker couldn't get enough of what he was doing to her.

Randy refused to leave any corner of her flesh untouched or unexplored. He attacked her body with a hunger that he hadn't experienced before. He couldn't remember the last time he was so into a girl, especially one that he hardly knew. There was just something about her; something that just did it for him. He didn't notice a roll, a dimple or a stretch mark on her. To him, she had the softest skin and incredible curves that fit underneath of him beautifully.

Parker closed her eyes against the sensation of Randy's hands and mouth moving over her stomach. It was as if he knew every place that she wanted to be touched. She had always wanted someone not to care that she had a gut and still touch her. But, all of the guys that she had been with in the past, always seemed to skip over that part of her. Parker's skin, no matter how big or stretched out of shape it was, was a living organ. It responded to human contact. There was more to the sexual Parker then just her boobs and what rested between her thighs. Somehow, Randy Orton knew that. His mouth made contact with every crease and his tongue gently teased every part of her abdomen. Just by soft moans he made, she could tell that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

She had always dreamed that someone would treat her like she was just as sexy as those girls in the magazines. And as soon as she felt Randy's tongue move up her inner thigh, she knew that her dream had come true.

Randy had one mission…to completely turn Parker out. He was pulling out everything in his arsenal, not because he had something to prove, but because he wanted to. She deserved more than what John did to her. She deserved more than the way Charlie talked about her. She deserved everything and he was going to give it to her. He smiled when she flinched but he wouldn't let that deter him from his mission. He watched the way her hips rolled each time his tongue glided over her. Taking long strokes, from bottom to top, top to bottom and every now and again pushing it deep inside, Randy found the key to Parker's undoing. "Hold it open…I wanna taste every inch of you."

Who the fuck was John Cena? At that point in time, she couldn't remember. All Parker could think about was the way Randy's face looked as he pleasured her and the sounds that he made. He didn't rush or do anything just for the sake of doing it. He took the time to listen to each change in her breathing and to study the way her face took on different emotions. In no time at all, he had taught himself what she liked and once he knew that, that's all he did.

He extended his hand up to her and smiled when she took his fingers into her mouth. If she thought he was doing something now, this was only the beginning. Slowly, he extracted his hand and carefully placed the moist digits into her, watching the way she lifted off of the bed. "Shit, that's tight." Just feeling her constrict around his fingers was enough to make his erection ache. But he wasn't going to rush; not when he still had so much work to put in.

She didn't realize when it happened, but Parker was no longer thinking about John, or the interview, or their talk. She wasn't thinking about anything but the man that she was with and how good she felt with him. What he was doing to her felt good, but it was more than that. She felt good on the inside. The wall that she had built and tried to hide behind, she felt crumbling away. She was going to trust Randy, let him in and be herself with him. He didn't want her to be a lesson or anything else; he just wanted her to be Parker. And if he really wanted Parker, he was going to get her. "You like it tight?"

"Mmm…I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Parker bit her lips as her muddled brain tried to process the words for her response. "Put that big dick in me…I'll show you how tight I am."

If there was one thing Randy liked, it was an aggressive woman. He liked that Parker was as witty as he was. He loved that they could spar verbally and trash talk each other. It was one thing to do it clothed, but during sex? Randy found his soul mate. "Not yet…make you nice and wet first."

Parker closed her eyes. She could feel the pressure mounting inside of her and she tried her best to think of something else to delay what was happening. He felt too good. She didn't want him to stop. If she watched any longer that would have been it for her. But when Randy replaced his tongue with his thumb, she opened her eyes.

Randy laid at her side with his head propped on one hand while the other was busy bringing Parker to brink of pleasure and back. He wasn't letting her end that easily; not until he had her every way possible. He laid on his back and let his head roll lazily to hers. "Come here." He licked his lips hungrily and raised his brow.

Parker's brain went completely blank. He wasn't asking her to do what she thought he was, was he? No…she was a big girl. Guys didn't ask big girls to do skinny girl shit. If he was suggesting what she thought, he ran the risk of suffocation.

"Sit on my face." Randy meant it…he wanted to feel her on him. He wanted more of the sensation then just being between her legs was giving him. He didn't give a fuck if she was 285 pounds. All he knew was he wanted her in every position that the laws of gravity would allow.

All Parker could remember was Avery saying, "He's freaky as a motherfucker." He wasn't toning down his freakiness because he was with her. He wasn't just trying to nut and be done, either. He was going all out and Parker had never felt so normal, beautiful, sexy or wanted before in all of her life.

Randy helped her place her leg on the other side of his body and before she was in position, he was already attacking. He let his hands wrap around her waist, while moving them down to her ass. This woman was incredible. What the fuck was Cena's problem? Randy hadn't even fucked her yet and already he was whipped. And the way her hips rolled…she put it on him. Then he felt her mouth on him.

Parker was always a confident woman, but John Cena had managed to make her question that confidence. Any questions that she had about herself, Orton answered for her. Randy Orton made Parker Sutton feel sexy. And when a woman feels sexy, everything she does becomes sexy. Parker knew she was fantastic, but with Randy, she became supernatural. He opened up something inside of her that was hiding behind her weight. No matter how many affirmations she had, there was always that fat girl's voice in the back of her mind. She had perfected ignoring it, but being with Randy was the first time it was completely silenced.

Randy tried like hell not to concentrate on what she was doing to him, but it was hard because she did it so well. Her mouth and tongue glided over him in smooth deep strokes. "Take it in as far as you can. Shit…" She took him into the back of her throat before slowly hollowing her cheeks for maximum suction on the upstrokes. Her tongue teased him much like the same way his teased her. Parker and Randy complimented each other in the most agreeable way.

He could feel the change in her movements and the pitch of her moans. He knew she was close, but she kept trying to pull away. He clamped his arms around her waist and refused to let her go. He increased his efforts, lapping wildly before gently biting her. "That's it…cum for Randy." And with that, he heard a sound come from her that made him harder than anything he ever experienced in his life. He couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted her, now. "Fuck me, Parker."

He didn't have to ask twice. She repositioned herself so that she was straddling him and then slowly she sat on him. The feeling alone of his body inside of hers made her throw her head back and wind her hips to feel him deeper. He definitely lived up to every inch he bragged about. "Fuck…" She hissed through clinched teeth, "you feel so good."

Randy almost immediately sat upright. She was so hot and wet around him and her body moved like she was feeling the same thing he was. It wasn't so much about the physical, but it was about connecting with another human being at a certain point in time. Randy felt that connection with her. She didn't look at him like he was Randy Orton, the fuck up or the guy who only got famous from living off of his father's name. The look in Parker's eyes said that he was guy that she wanted as much as he wanted her. And Randy didn't look at Parker like she was a fat girl. He looked at her like she was a desirable grown ass woman.

He couldn't resist touching and kissing her breasts while she moved on him. He would look down occasionally at the way her hips moved and he found himself clinching them tighter. "Do that shit. Work me...fuck me, Parker." She excited him. She turned him on. And it wasn't that he got off with being with an overweight woman. He saw past all of that and got off on just being with her.

Parker still didn't know how she ended up on her back, but when she looked up, she saw beautiful blue eyes gazing down at her. All she could do was pull his face down to hers and kiss him. She could feel him so close to her entrance; she wanted to feel that tingle through her body again when his was joined with hers. "I want it, Randy." She had a gentle whisper to her voice that made him enter her with swiftly. His body felt right inside of hers. He made her feel alive. Just by his movements and his intense stare, she could see herself the way he saw her. And she was just as beautiful to him as she was to herself.

"Cena's fucking crazy…you're perfect." Randy panted out his words in her ear as he moved with force and authority. This wasn't a romantic, candle lit encounter, not by a long shot. It was about passion. There was trash talking and sounds of flesh slapping against more flesh. It was that basic animal attraction physically and becoming their fantasies emotionally. It was about what he felt and how he wanted to make her feel. John had successfully made her feel like she was a freak; Randy wanted her to know that she was a queen. If Cena was too stupid to realize just how amazing Parker was, that was his loss and Randy's gain.

Parker let Randy do whatever he wanted. The ways in which he held her legs and pounded into her brought forth a whimper that she had never heard herself make. And when he sucked her toes into his mouth and didn't break his stride, she damn near lost her mind. She felt like the head cheerleader, scoring with captain of the football team. This man with this gorgeous body was with her and unlike the last time something like this happened, she didn't question why. Randy already proved to her why. He was with her because he wanted to be there. She didn't have to prove anything to him. She wasn't the representative of the entire fat world with him. She was a sexy woman, having the time of her life with a beautiful man. It didn't get much hotter than that.

"Open your eyes. Watch me." It was taking all of his restraint not to end, but he wouldn't think about doing that, not until she did. But, he couldn't escape her brown eyes looking at him, the sounds coming from those plump lips, or the feeling of her breasts gliding across his chest with each thrust of his body. Parker was going to be the death of him if he didn't release soon.

All of her nerves stood on end. There was nothing she could do to stop the feeling that started at the roots of her hair and coursed down to the tip of her toes. Randy brought forth a release so powerful that when she opened her mouth, nothing but a strangled sob came out. She had never cried during sex before, but it was more than the physical act of what they shared. It was the confirming of her existence; the warranting of her being…it was her finally being accepted.

"Give it to me, Parker." Randy's words were a harsh grunt as he fought with through her release. "I want all of it." He couldn't stop himself, not anymore. And when he found his own end coating her breasts, he collapsed on top of her. He couldn't move if he wanted to, but that didn't stop him from kissing away her tears or holding her close.

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Randy laid with his head on Parker's chest, gently tracing patterns on her breasts. Even if they weren't having sex, he still was a breast man and he found comfort in touching hers. No matter how content he was, he couldn't help but to wonder what she was thinking about. She was quiet; he knew she wasn't asleep because she was still stroking his hair. But she hadn't spoken since they had made love.

As wonderful as her night with Randy was, it would be morning soon and then it would be over. She would go home and go back to her life and be reminded every time that she logged onto a computer of John's words. If she could have made time stand still and just stayed in those moments with Randy, lying quietly at her side, she would have. "Randy?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't turn into an asshole too, okay?" Parker trusted him probably more than she had ever trusted any man. But in all fairness, she trusted John and he burned her. "Cause if you do, I'm not gonna stop Avery from whipping your ass."

Randy laughed and lifted his head to Parker's face. "And run the risk of never being with you again? Are you fucking kidding me?" He took in the questioning look on her face and he shook his head. "You still don't get it do you? I thought I taught you how perfect you are."

"Well…" She shrugged with a hint of a smile. "I am a slow learned. I might need another lesson."

"Lucky for you, I'm available for tutoring." He extracted himself from her arms and stood next to the bed. He held his hand out to her.

"Is there gonna be a test?"

"A very big... very long, hard test." He could banter with her all night. "Follow me…class is in session."

Parker wrapped herself in the sheet and climbed off the bed. "What?"

"What the fuck is that for?" Randy grabbed the sheet in his hand and pulled it from her body. "There's no need to hide from me. I love what I see."

Parker couldn't stop her blush if she tried. With her head held high, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her across the room.

He placed one of her hands on the table next to the mirror and the other behind her on his hip. He entered her swiftly with no forethought or explanation. And as soon as she dropped her head at the feeling, he filled his arms with her body and spoke into her ear. "Look at us." He never lost his rhythm or changed the intensity of his strokes. "Look at how we move. You see how good we look together? We are beautiful." His words started to fail as he became overwhelmed at the sensation of being inside of her.

Parker did look and what she saw amazed her. She was sexy, she was desirable... she was incredible. It took the unconventional Randy Orton to show her that she had been right all along. The rest of the world didn't know the fuck they were talking about. From the first day that she met him, the way he looked at her never changed. Just watching him through the mirror and seeing that he wanted her, was enough to soothe away all of the taunts, the teasing and the hurt.

The well hidden, insecure part of Parker was laid to rest. And staring back at her through the mirror was the amazing woman that she saw in Randy's eyes.