A/N: This is for Kendra because you keep whining and you damn near twisted my arm to post this before I was going to.
The constant sound of a car alarm pulled Parker out of one of the best sleeps she had enjoyed in a very long time. Lifting her head off of the pillow, she grabbed at the hair that had fallen into her face and struggled to look at the clock. Already after noon, she knew that she would need to start getting ready if she and Randy were to be at her father's school by three-thirty.
As Parker sat up on the bed, she looked over at a sleeping Randy Orton. His extremely long body was sprawled out, taking more than half of the bed. That was one thing about sleeping with him; he didn't seem to realize that someone else was there. Apparently his long legs needed room and if that meant they ended up over top of hers, thrown over her hip or anywhere else, that's how she would be forced to sleep for the night. She didn't mind, though. Randy was warm and no matter what his legs were doing, his arm was always protectively draped over her.
No matter how many times she looked at his body, it was still hard to believe that a man like that was involved with her. Not that Parker didn't have a body in her own right. It was just that Parker's body was more of a fetish type than something that a guy that looked like Randy would be into. The way the blankets were strategically placed on Randy's body, only one leg was covered. The other, was bent, so that his left foot was touching his right calf. The power that he had in his thighs alone made Parker look down at hers. There was no muscle in her thighs that she could see, only fat. And as big as Randy's thighs were, she was amazed that hers were bigger.
She moved her eyes up to his muscular torso when he threw his arm behind over his head and under the pillow. Even sleeping, the man looked like he was posing for a centerfold. Parker's stomach didn't sink in the way that Randy's did, even when she was laying down. And sitting up? That made it worse. Her stomach seemed to extend when she was in a seated position and rested comfortably on the top of her thighs, creating the potential for sweating.
That was another thing about being overweight. With skin covering skin in certain areas, the body started to sweat and, without the proper ventilation, sweaty areas to held odor. Randy could never understand that. When he wanted her, he wanted her. But after a night of dancing at a club or what have you, she just couldn't be all ready to go. No. She had to shower first, because the last thing she wanted to do was smell like his gym bag. Who the hell sweats at their waistline and under their tits? Parker Sutton, that's who.
Despite the incredible differences in their bodies, Parker was comfortable with who she was. She was fabulous, beautiful, smart and sexy as hell. And every time she saw Randy, he let her know that. He didn't mind the extra flesh, or the discoloration on some parts of her body; he acted like her rolls and dimples weren't there. He had to have seen them, but he never commented. She didn't have time to dwell on it. They had things to do and she needed to start getting ready.
While showering, Parker replayed the last few months with Randy over in her head. She couldn't believe that he was now her boyfriend. How in the hell did that happen? She wasn't even supposed to like him; he was Avery's man. But it was his honesty that she found attractive. Sure Randy could be blunt, but at least there weren't any head games with him. Unlike John Cena, who at one point in time, she believed was the greatest thing since sliced bread. To think, she almost overlooked a decent guy because of his cocky, conceited attitude and settled for the guy that seemed polite; which in the end, turned out to be a phallic symbol. The world was funny that way.
But it worked out. Randy had proven to her time and time again that he liked her and wanted to be with her. Finally she had found someone who knew that she was just as much of a supermodel that she claimed to be. And he treated her like she was nothing short of fabulous. Not that he doted on her, or bombarded her with flowers or anything like that. But he took the time to talk to her, laugh with her, hold her hand when they walked, or drape his arm over her. He kissed her in restaurants, and would be seen in public with her. Randy was nothing like the other guys she had messed around with before. She wasn't his secret fat chick on the side. She was his Pooh Bear and she actually liked that feeling.
Stepping out of the shower, Parker dressed in a t-shirt and shorts until she had time to go through her closet and find something suitable to wear. There were only two people that ever saw her in shorts, Avery and Randy; Avery because she was Avery, and Randy because normally he was in her apartment and she paid the bills there. But wearing shorts outside was strictly forbidden. Parker may have been comfortable with her body, but she wasn't fucking stupid. Just because things were made in her size, didn't mean she needed to wear them. Shorts were one such item. For a woman with her build, shorts did that horrible riding up the middle thing. Because her thighs rubbed together when she walked, inevitably, the shorts would get wedged in her crotch at the inseam while the rest of the garment hung like it should. Who in the hell wants to constantly pull their clothing out of their cooter after every ten steps? It was too much of a hassle.
As she made her way back to her bedroom, she noticed that Randy had again shifted on the bed. Finding a spot to sit would be difficult. He had successfully kicked all of the covers off of him and was literally stretched from pillow to post, completely filling the queen sized bed. She flung his arm over to his chest and sat herself on a corner and reached over to grab the lotion. Her actions were stopped however, when she felt two strong arms grip her around the waist and pull her down. She landed in an uncomfortable manner on Randy, but he scooted around until she was lying on top of him. He didn't say anything. He just held her there and closed his eyes again, like he needed that to fall back asleep.
When Randy would lay on her, Parker had no problem with it. But when it was the other way around, she couldn't help but to feel a little uncomfortable. Plus, the fact that he appeared to have fallen asleep with her in a vice grip, meant that Parker was going to have to lay there until he woke up again. Fuck that. They had things to do.
Randy felt Parker attempt to move and opened his eyes. "Where are you going?" His voice was deep and thick with sleep, and his words came out in more of a grumble than anything. He righted her to the position on his body that he had her once before and buried his head deeper into the pillow.
Parker kissed his chin and rested herself on her elbows. "I don't want to crush you." She outweighed him by forty pounds. Having forty extra pounds of dead weight on him as he slept wouldn't be good for anyone.
Randy stretched his arms above his head, and then let them come down on her with a thump. "Quit with that shit, Parker." With a moan to signal that he was finally waking up, he let his hands trail up and down her arms and slowly opened his eyes. "Why do you always do that?" There weren't many things that irritated him about her, but the way she often made fun of her weight was definitely one of them. In his mind, there was no reason for her to put herself down, ever.
"I don't know. I just do." She looked at him with a big smile on her face. Lifting only his head, he afforded himself two quick kisses on her lips, before dropping it back down. "Your breath stinks."
"It should smell like you. You were the last thing I ate before I went to bed." With a smirk on his face, he licked his lips as if to savor her taste. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked tired." She rested her head on his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through her hair. These were the moments that she liked best with Randy. He wasn't affectionate in the sense of romantic things, but he was as far as human contact. Randy was a touchy, feeling person. He liked to touch her and pretty much whenever he was around her, some part of his body was touching hers. It made her feel wanted and protected. And what made it that much nicer, was she doubted if he even realized he was doing it. "Besides, I needed to get some stuff done without you slowing me down."
Randy wrapped one arm around her to ensure that she wouldn't try to move again while the other hand absently petted her hair. It was too early, whatever time it was. He wasn't ready to get up yet, and as long as he kept her talking, she wouldn't make him. "You feel any better?"
"Yeah. My legs don't hurt as bad as they did and I think the circulation is back in my feet." It was a small price to pay for this amazing career that she had always dreamed about.
"Are they really that hard on you?" He looked into her eyes with concern. She used to talk about her internship with such affection. Now that tone was totally lost.
"No harder than they are on anyone else. It's just different now." She placed her hand on his chest and propped her chin on top of it. She could see how worried he was about her, but he wasn't the type to coddle. He would listen and offer advice, but he wouldn't harp. That wasn't his style. She liked that about him. He let her be her, without trying to change her. "My hours have increased. The cases are getting harder. I'm getting less supervision. I've been eating donuts and chips for the past month, all day long, because I'm too busy to sit down and eat real food. What I wouldn't give for a home-cooked meal."
"That ain't good for you." Another thing Randy would never do was tell Parker how to take care of herself. Hell, she was doctor. She probably knew more about healthy living than he did. But she was also an adult, and her decisions were own. "I can't do anything about that other stuff, but why don't you cook and just take your lunch with you?"
"When would I have time?" She didn't mean to raise her voice, she knew what he meant. But honestly, it was impossible. "When I come home, I sleep. When I have time off, I'm with you and we're always asleep. I don't have time to cook."
"You want me to cook for you?"
A large smile crossed her face and her voice went up about three octaves. "You'd cook for me?"
With a nod, Randy shut his eyes again.
"It won't be that healthy shit you eat, will it?"
He liked the feel of her on him when he laughed. "That's all I know how to cook. You haven't had a meal until you've had my grilled chicken and spinach salad."
She curled up her lip at that menu. That was not the type of food that Parker enjoyed. "That sounds like it tastes like shit. I don't know…you eat that bread with nooks and crannies in it, too. Are you gonna serve that, too?"
"It's seven-grain bread. That's some good shit."
"I like white bread." This was why they either ate out or Parker cooked. Randy would afford himself cheating days when he was with her. He would never force his lifestyle on her. She, however, was not so open to new experiences.
"That's the unhealthiest shit on the planet. All those carbs… bleach wheat? Just eat a pound of sugar."
"But it tastes good." It was all about taste. Life was short. Why eat shit that tasted like it? But then again, he was going to offer to cook, how much did she have to complain about? It had to be better than Hostess and Tasteycake.
"Well, that's all I know how to cook. I can do grilled salmon, or veggie casserole…" He smiled at the disgusted face she made. "If I knew how to fry chicken, I would. You can take it or leave it."
"I'll make a deal with you. You cook for me, I'll eat it. No complaints." It wasn't much of a choice, but it was better than the vending machine. She could just see him now, in her kitchen; bare chest, with a little pink apron on and hot pants, being all domestic. It was actually rather arousing. "Now come on…you need to take a shower."
He still wasn't ready to get out of the bed, but there were definite possibilities if a shower was involved. "Take a shower with me?"
Was Randy on crack, for real? If she had one of those big, deluxe, tricked out showers like he had at his house, it would have been fine. But she lived in an apartment, with a shower in her bathtub. Even if he was taller than her, she was wider than he was. Inevitably, he would get stuck at the back of the tub, freezing cold because the water wouldn't make it to him. That's all she needed, him to catch pneumonia because of her fat ass. "Nope. I already took one."
"So? You didn't do it with me." There was more than one way to get what he wanted. If he couldn't sweet talk her into it, he would resort to kissing her into submission. "Come on." His silky whisper was followed by a deep kiss.
She wasn't doing it, even if his hands were trailing up her t-shirt. She could resist. She had willpower like that. "I need to do my hair and find something to wear. No." She rolled off of him and sat up on the bed.
He watched in disbelief as she grabbed the lotion from the night table and actually resisted his advances. Apparently, he was losing his touch. "Alright," he pouted, "but you're passing up the chance for steamy, hot, wet sex."
Parker looked at him over her shoulder and winked. "You should know… I'm always hot and wet."
Randy took that as an open invitation. Sitting up himself, he wrapped his arms around her waist and started to nibble on her neck. "That's why you should take a shower with me." When she shook her head, he gave up. It wasn't exactly how he planned on spending his morning, in the shower…alone. But, she was right. They had things to do. "You owe me because I put that shit to you last night. You better hook me up." Kissing her again softly, Randy made his way to the bathroom. It was just one of three days with her, and if it killed him, tomorrow morning wouldn't end in her telling him no.