As the road to Wrestlemania had officially kicked off, the talent's already busy and hectic schedule had only grown more chaotic. When they found a full 36 hours off, Randy and Memphis had decided to venture back to Missouri. When they arrived that night, they had gone straight into St. Louis to see an MMA match that Randy's younger brother, Nate, had been competing in. Afterwards, the entire Orton family had gone out to celebrate Nate's victory and Randy's new girlfriend had been invited as well. She was beginning to feel more comfortable around his family. They all seemed to genuinely like her and accept her…after all, the women he usually dated weren't exactly long term material…not since Sam. Even Elaine was starting to warm up to her but that would be a painfully slow process.

They arrived back at the house late and just stayed up all night talking. Memphis cherished those precious moments the most. It was the Randy Orton that made her heart melt, the man who could relax and let go of the tough guy exterior. When he shed that and was able to laugh and just be and actually sit by the fire with his girl and sip hot cocoa, that time was simply magic for them. They had fallen asleep just like that, under the blanket on the living room floor in front of the fire. Randy had errands to run that morning but the two basically had pledged to spend the day just hanging out and doing a lot of nothing.

Memphis had taken a shower first and then made a light breakfast for a still sleeping Randy. They had eaten together and then he had gone off to shower alone. Realizing she had left something in her car, Memphis had trudged out to retrieve it. She had been basically living with Randy when it came down to it. Ever since she had broken up with Phil and left Chicago for good. She had ended up at Randy's place and had traveled there on every off day thereafter. When they were on the road, they rode on his tour bus together and shared hotel rooms together. She did not know how long it was to last but when they were getting along, it was pure bliss.

The weather was still chilly and her thin yoga pants and tee shirt did little to protect her. As she turned to walk back up the drive, she was met by the mailman. He was friendly and smiled and handed her a stack of envelopes. Memphis nodded and wished him a good day and hurried back inside where Randy had changed into gym shorts that hung low from his perfectly carved hips. She loved his "fresh out of the shower" look.

"I got the mail," she smiled at him.

"Cool."

"Um, if you don't mind, I had the post office in Illinois forward all my stuff here. I really had nowhere else to send it…" she said with a hint of embarrassment.

Randy just shrugged it off.

"That's cool. Anything good?"

Memphis quickly flipped through the mail, handing him the bulk of it, as a few pieces were for her. They sorted through what they received and Memphis opened up a letter she had received regarding her taxes, on the spot. As she went to put it up, she realized she had accidentally opened another letter along with it. It happened to be a bill and it wasn't hers. It was addressed to Randy and the statement was from a nursing home located in White River Junction, Vermont.

"Here," she handed it to him rather quickly. "I accidentally ripped it open when I was opening something up for myself. I, I'm really sorry. It was an accident, babe."

She was on edge, almost fearful and he knew it had to do with what had transpired between them weeks before when he had gone off on her for supposedly snooping through his stuff.

"It's cool," he gave her a real smile. "I know. Look, it's hard for me to say something like this but I trust you."

Memphis returned his smile and they shared a sweet kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Randy took the envelope and glanced at it nervously several times before putting it up.

"So," he began. "I got a few things to take care of today but other than that, I am all yours."

She loved that sexy trademark grin of his. It turned her on like nothing else.

"Is that so?" she licked her lips.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to fuck you," she said matter of factly, voice serious but dark eyes teasing.

Randy felt an instant tightening in his loins. There was something just so incredibly hot about his girl. He loved the casual look of the baggy tee shirt and how the yoga pants made her incredible ass look…well, even more incredible. She had flat out told him what she wanted and who was he to disappoint? Randy sauntered over to where she was standing. He pulled her much smaller frame towards him and enveloped her pretty little mouth with a kiss. The taste of her drove him wild, just like it always did. A simple kiss had never turned him on like that. He wanted her immediately and he had to have her. There was no time to make it upstairs to the bedroom so he grabbed her by her shapely hips and picked her up, setting her on the counter.

Their lips crashed together, kissing so hard that it was almost painful. He liked it when her nails lightly raked against his heated flesh. He removed her shirt and sports bra and went to work on her sensitive breasts. She sighed in appreciation as he took his time, wanting to give her as much pleasure as humanly possible. Memphis loved when he took his time, loved when he kept looking up into her eyes.

His tongue made a trail further down her toned stomach, until he was able to remover her yoga pants and panties in one motion. He couldn't wait to tease her, to taste her and judging by her moans and reactions, he was doing a bang up job. He loved that. He loved getting her off. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, the lingering female scent on his nostrils. That kind of pleasure was reserved for her. He didn't go down on every woman he had sex with, and truth be told, in his day, he'd had sex with a lot of women. He had made a promise to himself to only do that with women he cared about and that had only been a selected few. Memphis Kramer was most definitely someone he cared about.

He pleasured her until she cried out, until she violently trembled beneath him, until her body went limp on the counter and she had to push him away because she was too sensitive to be touched again. That only turned him on more. He knew she would be raring to go in mere seconds and he always had the perfect motivator. Stepping back, Randy removed his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear. And he was ready for her. Her mouth watered and her eyes filled with lust at the mere sight. His body was perfect, especially that one dimension. Long. Thick. Hard. She lowered her heart shaped mouth over him.

His eyes told it all. Randy wasn't a big moaner. He grunted a lot, a few groans here and there and both loved to get down and dirty and talk shit to each other when the moment called for it. She knew he enjoyed it. She knew she did her job as a woman, as a girlfriend. She pleased him. She got him off. It was in his glazed over eyes. It was in his labored breathing. But just once, she wanted to do to him what he did to her so many times. She wanted to drive him crazy beyond belief and she wanted to hear about it. She wanted to hear him lose all control and scream out like a little bitch. Memphis had faced many obstacles, many personal challenges in her young life and she had managed to overcome every single one. This would be no different.

She went to town, bobbing her head back and forth, keeping a steady pace, using lots of hand action, lots of tongue action, getting as wet and sloppy as possible. Randy leaned back and his eyes rolled back in his head. She didn't stop. Just kept going the way he liked it, studying his reaction. Randy was in heaven. His girl definitely knew how to give him a blow job and the eye contact, her eyes never leaving him the whole time made it even more of a turn on.

"Fuck," he grunted under his breath.

She quickened her pace, clenched her mouth around him a little tighter and Randy bit his lip and closed his eyes.

Memphis was in control and he had to admit the role reversal intrigued him. When he knew he was done being sucked off, that he wanted nothing more than to plow himself deep inside her, he tried to push her away but she wouldn't stop. The pleasure was intense and several times he was on the brink of losing it on the spot. She was in charge and wanted him to know it. Nothing was sexier than seeing her stand up, naked and sweaty, hair all over the place. She pushed him down onto the counter top and straddled him.

She pushed him inside of her. At first the head, then she lowered herself over him, slowly, rising back up, lowering a little more…she teased him into frustration until she took him all in, making them both gasp. Randy felt like he might explode right then and there. She was warm, dripping wet and tight…just the way it was supposed to be. She squeezed her muscles even tighter around him and rode him hard and fast. It felt as good as anything Randy had ever felt in his life. Grabbing both his hands, she leaned her body back into a bridge like position, still keeping her pace. It bent him in a weird position inside her, intense new sensations, almost bordering on pain. Normally he was the one calling the sexual shots. He had never submitted to any woman anymore…his ego wouldn't let him. And as much as he had loved Sam, she could never even comprehend his nastiest primal needs and wants. This was great, almost perfect…except for one thing. He wasn't in control. He was losing it. Though he trusted Memphis, though he was more comfortable with her than he had been with any other woman, it just wasn't that easy to completely let down his guard…sexual or otherwise.

But she was relentless in her pursuit. She squeezed tighter. The physical feeling for her was unlike anything she had experienced. Memphis contorted her flexible body even more and as she experienced the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, she cried out, yelped, moaned almost inhumanly. Her body was spent and she had nothing left, not an ounce of energy. Her throat could not emit another sound. But why was there still screaming. Memphis sat up to Randy convulsing, hands digging into her womanly hips for support, shaking and moaning and making all kinds of noises she had never heard from him…or any man for that matter.

That was it. She had done it. The ultimate quest had been fulfilled. A satisfied, shit eating grin crossed her lips. She got off of him and stood over him as his damn near lifeless frame still lay sprawled awkwardly over the counter. Memphis circled him as he eyed her with a confused expression. Nodding, she smirked and threw both arms back and into the air, head tilted back.

They both burst out laughing. When giggling with Melina and Nattie about sex during their girl talk, the most asked question she got was if Randy ever did his classic "Orton pose" after lovemaking. Surprisingly, he never had. But now that Memphis had made him tap out, the honor, the bragging rights…the "Orton pose" all belonged to her.

As she collapsed on his damp chest and relished the feel of his massive arms cuddling her, she couldn't help but feel closer to him. There was unspoken intimacy and trust. Sure they had their rocky moments and rough patches, but maybe just maybe, they would be in it for the long haul. If so, there would have to come a time whey there could be no more mystery, no secrets between them. That would take time. Memphis herself was enveloped in a cloud of secrecy but then again so was Randy. Slowly those layers were being chipped away, even if it was something like submitting during sex. Maybe one day he would be able to open up to her about his days in the military. And maybe one day he would tell her all about other stuff, like that mysterious bill from a Vermont nursing home.

Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updates. I have been working on these chapters for a few weeks now, writing ahead, so that I can update more frequently. Thanks for your continued support and patience.