A/N: Thanks to everyone who took the time to respond to the last chapter in a review. I appreciate each and every one (even the not so good ones). And, this is the chapter that helps make sure this story fits into its rating. There is a lemon in here.

Also, a huge thank you to my beta, evasmomforever. And I do apologize for the slight delay with this chapter. Last Thursday I started back to my regular job as a teacher. Let's just say it's always difficult to transition from summer back to the mindset of a teacher.

Disclaimer: I own nothing with this story or the song. Only the plot line is mine.

Sookie POV

Monday came and so did the butterflies. It was very nerve wracking trying to figure out what to wear for my date with Preston that night and mentally preparing myself for my first date since the end of my relationship with Eric.

Considering we were going to a really nice restaurant I wanted to make sure I looked really nice and was going through my church dresses. Even though I hadn't been to church much since my Gran died I still kept things that would be appropriate because you never knew when the urge to attend would happen or when you would have an opportunity to wear something really nice. I also found that I could occasionally wear them to work on the days where I needed to look extra nice.

However, none of the dresses seemed like they would be appropriate for a date. At least, I felt like they wouldn't be appropriate even though I knew they'd be fine. I flipped through the racks, rejecting everything I saw and then started over again.

I did this several times before I forced myself to stop, take a deep breath and slowly flip through. I eventually paused at a white dress with red flowers. As I looked at it I found myself transported back to one of the first times I had worn it, several years before.

I put the finishing touches on my make up and took a step back. I had curled my hair slightly and done more make up than I usually did in preparation for tonight's date with Eric. I had to admit that I looked pretty damn good when I cleaned up.

I flounced into my room and grabbed my purse before making my way to the front of the house. Apparently I had really good timing as I heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Eric there. His jaw dropped slightly and I blushed under his obvious scrutiny. We had only been dating a few months and I still found his obvious enjoyment of how I looked on our dates a little hard to handle.

I had dated people before, even dated someone seriously in college, but never had I been so affected by someone looking at me. It was an interesting development, one I wasn't so sure that I liked. I quickly made sure I had everything before walking onto the porch and locking up.

I tilted my head up for a kiss and we headed to the car. The evening seemed to fly by as we ate dinner and then went dancing. Before I knew it, Eric was taking me home and I didn't feel like I wanted to the evening to end. When we pulled up in front of my house and Eric stopped, I found myself asking Eric if he wanted to come inside for a little while.

My heart started to beat faster as I led him to the door and let him inside. I could tell that by inviting him inside we were now dancing on a very thin line. I had explained to Eric the issues I had with an uncle while growing up and how it made physical intimacy difficult. I had been able to be with some of the guys I dated, but I had always felt pressured to give more than I was really comfortable giving, thus ending our relationship post haste.

Eric was very understanding of this and hadn't pressured me in any way to do anything that I wasn't comfortable doing. However, earlier I had decided that I was ready to go to the next step with Eric. And I think he knew that now. While he had been in my house before, never had he been here so late.

I placed my purse and cardigan on my hall table and asked Eric if he would like anything to drink. He said that he was fine and moved closer to me. I looked up at him and saw something in them I had never seen before: hunger. It sent shivers up and down my spine.

I closed the remaining distance between us and pulled him down for a searing kiss. I felt myself being pushed back and my back hit the wall. Eric ran his hands lightly up and down my sides before he started to bunch my skirt up higher and higher.

Once it was high enough he slid his hands underneath and cupped my butt. I tore my mouth away from his to breathe and he used the opportunity to trail kisses down my neck. I could feel him start to ease my underwear down but stopped him. I saw the confusion in his eyes and quickly told him to take me to my bedroom.

He quickly complied and the next thing I knew we were a tangle of limbs and our clothes were going every which way. Before I knew it, Eric was hovering over me and looking at me with a question in his eyes. I nodded my head and he slowly started to push into me. It hurt a little at first since Eric was bigger than any of the guys I had been with previously and it had definitely been a while since I had been with anyone.

Once he was all the way in, he paused to give me a moment to adjust to his size. Once the twinge went away, I moved my hips up to meet his and Eric slowly started to move in and out. Sex with people had always been enjoyable, but not earth shattering. I enjoyed being the guys I have had sex with, but being with Eric was different. More often than not the guy finished and I didn't, so I'd have to try to finish myself later or just grin and bear it.

It was definitely different with Eric. As we moved together Eric took care to make sure that I enjoyed myself. Because of this I found myself coming apart in his arms right before he finished as well. Afterwards, we both lay there in a post-coital afterglow.

I shook my head and pulled the dress out of the closet. I felt that I needed to try to attach some different memories to it than the ones I currently had with Eric. I laid it on my bed before going into my bathroom to get ready.

As I got ready for the date I couldn't help but continue to have flashes back to that date with Eric. I quickly finished getting ready and walked out the door without even checking myself one last time in the mirror. I was worried that if I did I wouldn't go through with the date and that I'd crumple into myself.

I quickly made my way to the car and drove myself to the restaurant. My Gran was probably rolling over in her grave at the fact that Preston hadn't come to pick me up, but since I didn't know him I didn't want him to come pick me up at my house.

I arrived at the restaurant early and checked my phone to check again what Pam had told me Preston drove. I scanned the parking lot for a black BMW and rolled my eyes at my stupidity. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to tell if he was there by finding his car because it seemed that everyone at the restaurant had a black BMW. I read some more of the message and saw that he usually arrived early to everything and decided to walk on in. I might be able to be seated and then I won't have to sit outside for a long time waiting for him to show up.

I quickly gathered my things and went inside. As soon as I walked in I was very glad I had opted for the dress I did. This was definitely a very upscale restaurant and I don't know that I would have felt appropriate in many of my other dresses. I walked up to the hostess stand and gave Preston's name, crossing my fingers he was either already here or they would at least seat me.

She smiled and said that he had just arrived and that I should follow her. As we wound our way through the tables I scanned the room, trying to figure out where we were going. The hostess eventually stopped and moved to the side so that I could see Preston for the first time.

First impressions are always important and Preston obviously knew that. His brown hair was combed and parted neatly and he had on neatly pressed black pants and a light blue shirt with a matching tie. He stood up as I approached the table, which made me smile and earned him a point as he pulled out my chair.

He smiled at me as he sat down and said, "Sookie, I'm very pleased to meet you."

"I'm very glad to meet you as well."

I flipped open the menu and started to peruse what they offered. As I was looking, Preston said, "I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and ordered a bottle of their house red to go with the meal."

I actually did mind, but didn't say anything and just nodded to what he said. We made some small talk and he asked me what I was thinking about having. I mentioned that I really enjoyed crepes and was probably going to get their seafood crepe as it sounded very delicious.

At that point our waitress came over to take our order. Preston went ahead and ordered and just as I was about to give my order he ordered for me as well. I really did not appreciate that and I must have had a look on my face because of it because Preston said, "I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind. But since you told me what you wanted I just went ahead and ordered it. I thought it would be easier that way."

That is twice now he's taken it upon himself to order something without checking. Granted, I had told him what I wanted to eat but that didn't excuse him just presuming to order it. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. "No, it's fine. I'm just not used to people ordering for me is all. So, what exactly is it you do?"

Preston the launched into this long, detailed description of what it is that he does and I'm barely able to get a word in edgewise. As the date continued on I'm seriously wondering why Pam would even think that having me go on a date with Preston would be a good idea. She knows that I don't like guys like this. He doesn't even bother to stop talking about himself to ask what I do and try to get to know me in any way.

Finally our meal comes and we eat in silence, which I savor because I think that once he finishes he'll continue talking to me about himself.

Just as I'm finishing up my crepe, which was delicious, I hear a laugh that sounds familiar and look up. I see Pam walking into the restaurant, laughing at what the person behind her has said. I can't see who it is at first, but I quickly see who it is and feel all the color drain from my face. I know that Pam knows I'm eating dinner here tonight with Preston, so I don't know what type of game she's trying to play by bringing Eric here with her tonight.

Just as I'm starting to look away and hope that Eric and Pam don't see me, Eric looks my way and notices me. His eyes widen slightly and I see that he has a shocked look on his face. I seriously want to melt into my chair and just die because I can't believe this is happening to me.

Eric POV

As soon as I walked into this fucking restaurant I should have just turned around and gone home. Maybe then I wouldn't have seen Sookie sitting there with some other man in a dress that I associate with our relationship.

I look at Pam and she doesn't seem to have noticed anything. I continue to follow her and the hostess, but keep Sookie and the person she's with in my sights. Once we're seated that is very easy as they are pretty much diagonal to me. As soon as the hostess walks away, I say to Pam, "Sookie is sitting over there."

She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face. "What?"

"Sookie is sitting at a table over there with another man."

Pam raises an eye brow and turns to look. When she turns around her eyes are wide, "What in the world?"

I narrow my eyes at Pam. This reaction isn't like her and she must read my suspicion on my face because she goes on to the say, "Sookie mentioned the other day that she was interested in possibly trying to go on a few casual dates to see how they go but I didn't think she meant right this minute."

I definitely think Pam knows more than she is letting on, but I let it slide this time because I don't want to cause a scene. However, I can't help but continue to look at Sookie and the dress she's wearing. I know that men don't usually remember things related to fashion but I definitely remember the dress she's wearing. It was the dress she was wearing the first time we had sex and I came to equate it with the good times we had. I thought she had the same thoughts about it that I did. But here she was wearing it on what I assumed was a first date.

At least I could tell that she was miserable and that comforted me, as bad as that sounds. It hurt that she was already moving on and trying to put herself out there with dating and that I was here to witness part of it. I know that I have no right to think or feel this considering my indiscretions, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

I was in a bit of a fog as I continued to watch Sookie and her date finish up their dinner and Pam and I started on our own. I honestly have no idea what we talked about. Finally, the two of them stood up and at that point the man seemed to notice someone or something over here and made his way towards us. I sent up a silent prayer that they would continue on past and I wouldn't have to speak to them but that prayer was not answered. They stopped beside our table and the man struck up a conversation with Pam.

"Pam! How good to see you!"

"Preston, this is a pleasure."

I realized at that moment that this was a person that Pam had dated before she realized she was into women. I remember Pam mentioning someone named Preston that she was dating but I had never met him before. It was definitely a small world sometimes.

I tuned back into their conversation as Preston said, "I can't thank you enough for setting this date up. I've definitely enjoyed this evening with Sookie."

At this comment I looked at Pam and noticed that she was very carefully examining the table cloth and not saying much else. She mumbled something and Preston and Sookie made their way to the front where I assumed they were getting into the same car and he was driving her home.

I turned my attention to Pam. "So, you knew nothing about that date, huh?"

Pam cringed and looked abashed, which she very rarely does. "I'm sorry Eric."

"For what?"

"For lying to you and not telling you about the date."

"What about bringing me here?" I just realized that if Pam knew about the date then it stands to reason that she probably knew where they were having dinner and what time which tells me that she had us meet here on purpose.

Pam sighed and said, "Fine, I'm sorry about bringing you here as well. I shouldn't have brought you here but I was hoping that it might help."

I took a sip of my water and asked, "Help what?"

"Help your cause."

"My cause?"

Pam rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, your cause to get Sookie back. As pissed off as I am with you right now about what you did I still think the two of you belong together."

"Really? And you set her up on a date with someone else?"

"I did that so she would see that she won't find anyone else like you that she wants to be with. I purposefully set her up with Preston knowing that she wouldn't like him. Hell, I don't even like him."

"So, let me get this straight. Even though you're still mad at me about everything that has happened, you do want Sookie and I to be together. So you decided to help us out by trying to help Sookie move on, but by setting her up on bad dates with guys that she won't like."

Pam nodded and I broke into a smile. "All I can say is that I hope this doesn't blow up in your face Pamela."

She smiled at me and raised her wine glass. I picked mine up as well and said, "Here's to getting Sookie back."

"And to her not finding out how I've rigged this experience."

We both drank to that and laughed. Deep down inside, though, a little niggle of worry was already creeping in because what if Pam's plan didn't work and Sookie ended up finding someone else that she wanted to be with?