CAUTION: This chapter contains adult content.

A/N: As I was revising and editing this chapter, Lady Antebellum's song "Ready to Love Again", struck a chord that truly resonated with me. I felt this song captured the essence of the journey Sookie traveled in this chapter but also since meeting Preston. If you know the song, you'll catch a few of the lyrics here and there through this chapter.

PART TWO

Ready to Love Again

Gradually, the morning sun filled the loft with a warm glow. Sookie stirred as she began to wake up. Her eyes opened, and slowly the room came into focus. Preston's arm rested against her waist. She must have been sleeping soundly, because she didn't remember feeling him putting her under the sheets or snuggling next to her. By the sound of his breathing, Sookie could tell he was still sleeping. A quick glance at the clock on the night table on her side of the bed told her it was still early. She had a few hours before she had to be at Merlotte's. Content to stay in bed, she rested her head back on the pillow, and draped her arm over Preston's. Waking up in his arms was something she could easily do every day.

Slowly, so not to wake him, Sookie turned to face him. Laying next to him, she marveled at how peaceful, beautiful, and tempting he looked in his sleep. A smile lit her face. Somehow, because he was a fairy, she had imagined that he levitated or glowed while he slept. Instead, he looked human. Other than looking deliciously gorgeous, he didn't seem any different from her.

Tousled hair and all, he was as much flesh and blood as she was. As she admired him, she began to feel a new sensation. It wasn't necessarily new, for it had always been there growing quietly in her heart. She really liked him—more than liked him. Was she falling in love?

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she mused privately. Like her Gran, she found herself a fairy on her property. She wasn't sure what it was about the women in her family that attracted these beautiful creatures. If Fintan was as kindhearted and as beautiful as Preston, it wasn't too hard to see why her Gran couldn't resist him. She wished she knew if Gran had loved Fintan. But there was no sense in asking questions that could never be answered.

There was nothing, though, she wouldn't give to have at least one day with her Gran. Ever since she lost her, Sookie had felt like she'd been in the dark and walking in the wrong direction. What would her Gran think of her life and choices, especially everything that she'd been through with the vampires? Her entire life was a strange paradox to Sookie. How was it possible that when she met the vampires it felt like she started living, and at the same time, she barely recognized her own reflection sometimes?

Ever since she met Bill, her life had never been the same. In some ways, Sookie welcomed the change, but in other ways she didn't. As she studied Preston lying next to her, she realized that since Bill, she'd been afraid of loving again. She had cared for Quinn, but she had built up a wall around her heart, and eventually, if it hadn't been for his actions, their relationship wouldn't have worked out. But all that was in the past.

"It's time to let it go, all of it," she told herself.

As she considered Preston, she wanted to feel alive again. Being with him reawakened her dreams for the things that she thought she could never have. So even with the possibility of getting hurt looming over her, there was too much to gain not to risk everything.

Sookie sat up, pulling her gown over her head. "Preston," she pressed his shoulder so that he was on his back.

"Mmm?" he quietly asked. Sookie sat astride him. Physically, he instantly registered her soft and warm feminine body grinding against his, and he hardened.

"I'm ready," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Preston's eyes opened. His hands glided over her bare back. At first he thought he was dreaming, until he felt her sugary tongue on his lips.

"Sookie?" he breathed drawing her closer. She tasted like lavender. Under his hands, he held her silky warm body against his. He kissed her deeply until they needed oxygen more than the breath they shared.

"It's time," Sookie said breathless. It was time for her to welcome the daylight. Preston's fingers gently brushed her hair back, exposing her neck and shoulder. He kissed her soft bare neck, trailing kisses along the side.

"I adore you," he whispered between his kisses. Sookie's hands reached under his shirt. Her soft hands moved smoothly over his rib cage. His body quivered under her small fingers. He helped her remove it, tossing it away from them. Sookie leaned in, pressing her warm breasts against his bare chest.

Their mouths met again, lingering in the pleasure of the union, their hunger growing. Touching so much of her body with his, strengthened his connection with her, heightening every touch until he was certain that the Summerlands existed in her embrace.

With fairy speed, Preston gently positioned her under him.

"Make love to me." Her expression and her voice were laced with yearning.

"Yes my lady," he whispered. His eyes moved slowly over her skin, and the pleasure in his face filled Sookie with pride. Preston quietly admired her supple breasts. She was his idea of perfection. "For as long as life exists, you deserve to be loved," he said. Slowly he leaned forward, and tenderly, he kissed a silky bud. She let out a gentle breath.

"Preston," her voice trembled, "Oh Jesus." She was overcome with a pleasure bordering on the divine. His tongue was smooth and warm; not cold, not hot, not rough. It was perfect. Sookie laced her fingers through his soft chocolate hair. As Preston twirled his tongue, biting, sucking, Sookie felt the bands around her heart crumble, unwrapping, and setting her free.

She was ready to love again.

Preston lingered, patiently pleasuring her, loving her, making certain he had fully drawn every pleasure he could give her. She begged him incoherently, her body both drawing away from his mouth, away from the agony of the pleasure and then toward him begging him for more of the sweet torture.

When he felt through his connection that it was time, he moved over and equally worshiped her other breast. Her breathing and moans rapidly grew into wild erotic cries. Under his hold over her, he felt her chest quivering with her silent tears. He drew back slightly. "Don't stop," she begged him, enjoying the sensation of needing to burst with pleasure. His lips drew upward in a smile. "Yes my lady," he assured her.

He leaned forward again, relishing the softness, and the miracle of their connection. Sookie gasped, her body wildly begging for freedom from the bindings his mouth was creating inside her body.

Like the first time, Preston knew the exact moment to move. Sookie's body writhed, swaying in a dance of desire, like liquid, washing over her. Preston gazed into the ocean that stirred in her blue eyes. His tongue glided over her lip, and she opened welcoming him. As her mouth exploded with the pleasure his tongue gave her, Preston's hands were spreading heat out and over her body.

The bindings Preston had created inside of her were tightening. She couldn't wait any longer without feeling like death would cheat her of her prize. "Please," her voice trembled. Preston freed himself from her embrace. His fingers reached for the delicate fabric of her panties. She lifted her hips, and he freed her.

"I want you," his voice was like liquid velvet, "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you."

"You can have me now," she loved the way her voice sounded: sultry. "Take me now," she said, letting her legs fall open for him, and she almost died from the torrential and all consuming waves of passion, as she watched him position himself. Preston's body quivered with restraint, as he slowly took possession of her.

"Oh Sookie," he gasped erotically. The loft was instantly filled with the heated sounds of their union.

Preston watched her with amazement. Her generosity and tenderness welded his heart to hers. She was everything to him. "I love you," he said, his voice smooth as silk. The way her body swayed from his touch, intoxicated him. "My lady," he moaned, "so sweet." He could spend his lifetime learning every detail of her body; inside and out.

"Yes," she cried, lifting her legs up and around his hips. "Wonderful," she whimpered and groaned. The way he moved within her was like heaven on earth. Her insides had ached for a breath she wasn't able to take until the very moment that he filled her from inside.

Her body glistened with beads of sweat forming over her skin.

Preston could feel her muscles tightening around him; massaging him. She was at the brink of her orgasm. The pressure his movements inside her created, and her body clenching around him – the perfect caress, she was quickly propelling him toward his own climax.

He was enslaved to her. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't give for her to share her life with him.

"Preston!" she screamed with ecstasy. Her fingers reached for his hips, begging him. She trembled and writhed as he continued to claim her. Preston was overwhelmed with emotions. He needed her closer to him. With his free arm he slid it underneath her waist and held her closer and tighter; every inch of his body that could was touching her. Sookie dug her heels into his thighs. Her back arched as she continued to explode with a billion pieces of pleasure.

"Ahh," Preston groaned erotically. Sookie's body tensed drawing him with her to claim his prize.

Breathless and trembling, they clung to each other, neither wanting to separate. Sookie's hands lovingly stroked the long planes of his back as he tried to catch his breath. With his elbows he tried to support as much of his weight. He was bigger and heavier than Sookie. He ran his hands through her hair, and tenderly kissed her on her bare shoulder.

Preston moaned, feeling her body tightening around him, milking him, with the aftershocks of her climax.

"We should've done this the first night we met," she smiled, running her soft long legs over his, enjoying how wonderful it felt to be with him like this.

"Yes," he wholeheartedly agreed. Preston lifted his head to see her. He leaned forward and kissed her. She accepted his long and gentle kiss. He didn't break the connection their bodies entwined was creating. Through the spark that they shared, he could feel her inside of himself, and he wondered if she could feel him as well. Moments later, his wondering ceased.

For even though the words were not spoke, he loved her and he could feel his love reciprocated.

In the perfect silence that enveloped them, they lay in each other's embrace, until the heat that they had created subsided, leaving them happy and content with their new love.

"Will you need help running the bar?" he asked her, "I can help."

"You've helped me already," she smiled, flexing her inner muscles around him.

"Sookie," he breathed. The sensation surprised him. "You're delicious," he said, giving her a love bite. Sookie giggled with pleasure.

They easily made love a few more times before starting their day. ~

END OF PART TWO

A/N: Aren't I good to you guys? So you know, Part Three should be coming in about two weeks. I know that seems like a long way off. I'm sorry. But I made sure I left you a nice lemony treat. If RL cooperates I'll bring Part Three to you sooner.

Also, I initially downloaded a few chapters out of order in Part Two. I caught it right away and fixed it, but not before the email alerts were sent out. So I apologize for any confusion. I wasn't sure if I would be able to upload all of the chapters for Part Two today. But I did it. :D

As always, reviews are appreciated.