A/N: Hey, a new chapter is out. Hope you guys like it. I would like to thank everyone that reviewd and would very much appreciate it if you continued to. So umm yeah, thanks again and I hope you like it!

Chapter 2: First Taste

"So, you wanna tell me what happened between you and Mr. Eric Northman!" Lucy said with a giddy laugh. Apparently Lucy had her share of a bit too many drinks. She wobbled as she walked up her driveway, putting most of her weight against Celeste's shoulder. Her breath smelt like sugar and vodka and her eyes glazed over every now and then. Lucy twirled the little Hawaiian umbrella from the drink between her forefinger and thumb, completely amazed by the colors as they mixed together.

"That's his name? Eric Northman?" Celeste struggled out as she nearly tripped over her friends numb foot.

"Mr. Hottie is more like it." Celeste leaned Lucy against the door as she shuffled through her purse to find the keys. "I would love to get me a piece of that fine ass." She giggled while childishly biting her lip. Celeste found the keys and quickly unlocked the door and went inside, placing Lucy back on her shoulder. She fought against the odds to get her drunken friend up a flight of stairs that seemed to never end. But once she found the bedroom, Celeste threw her friend on the bed. Celeste grabbed a hold of one of Lucy's feet and tried to take her shoes off. Lucy, however, didn't care for it. She quickly leaned up and tickled Celeste with all the energy she had, digging her nails by Celeste's ribs and ravaging it with tickles. Celeste fought back laughs as she collected Lucy's hands in her, whom was laughing insanely, and finished taking the shoes off. That seemed to be the last bit of energy Lucy had: her eyes closed and her body fell limp. In a matter of seconds heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Celeste smiled as she pushed her friend under the purple leopard print blanket. She put the lights out, closed the door, and quickly left the house, locking the front door behind her. She placed the keys in her pocket and smirked.

When Celeste arrived at her apartment it was nearly empty. No one sat in the lounge or by the fireplace in the front. The only noise that could be heard was in the far back by the kid area, where a few played games and pool. She waved to Charlie, who seemed to stop breathing and almost too enthusiastically waved back. She punched the up arrow on the elevator door and in a few minutes it came whirling down and heaved to a stop. With a ding, the doors opened and Celeste entered, pressing the number three.

Once she arrived at her room, she quickly entered and flopped on the couch. It was always a trying and hard day when it came to spending time with Lucy, however, she was the only real friend Celeste had. They accompanied each other on many different occasions and sometimes grew tired of each other; nonetheless, it did not keep them apart for too long. Celeste was just happy that it was not a one sided relationship. Without warning, Celeste burst out in laughter, muffling the chuckles of joy with a throw pillow on her white fake-fur sofa. After a few minutes of recovering, her face red from her momentary break-down, she retired to her bedroom.

Deciding to take a shower, she entered her bathroom and put the water on, testing the temperature with her fingers. The water was hot, very hot, but Celeste liked the way it felt after a difficult day. Not to mention the steam helped clean out her sinuses and she felt much better, much healthier, after taking one. She closed the shower curtain to keep the steam inside the shower and started to undress.

* * * *

Eric had carefully followed behind his new interest. He watched her as she dropped her friend off at her house and took care of her before exiting to go to her home. Eric looked at the apartment complex and smirked. For a split second, in the back of him mind, he began to think that she had chosen such a building that forbade vampires from entering for that specific situation. But Eric was the Sheriff of Area 5, and he was over a thousand years old. Over the years of observing humans and learning their ways, he had come across a lot of information. The most important was that they were very easy to manipulate. For Eric, just because he was not allowed to enter, it didn't mean that would stop him. He could glamour a few people, or use his speed to get past the cameras and the people, or he could simply kill everyone until he got what he wanted, but Eric wasn't that ruthless or coldblooded. He watched her as she entered the building, waving to the man at the front desk who quivered in desire. Something began to build inside Eric as the man waved back and looked at the woman with such an obvious longing, he was surprised she didn't say anything about it.

From where Eric stood just outside the glass doors, he looked for a staircase. He knew that if he took the elevator he would be caught on camera, but if he took the stairs he would run past them so fast no one in security would know that a vampire had breached their facility. He wasn't doing this because he didn't want to get caught or cause a few unnecessary deaths. It was actually the opposite. It was the fact that no vampires were allowed and if he was caught with his secret woman, it would cause more trouble for her than him. The last thing he wanted was for her to end up leaving Bon Temps because he made a stupid and unthoughtful decision. Eric quickly found the staircase; it was in the far left in the back next to what appeared to be a bar. The glass double doors opened as his foot stepped into the threshold, and that was his chance. The man at the front desk was looking down and Eric went straight to the back door. He dashed up the stairs and went to the third floor; he knew it was the third because he saw the elevator numbers stop there when the woman went in.

Eric stood at the end of the hall, trying to grasp a hint of her scent. He couldn't forget for the life of him, if that's what it was, what she smelt like. Her scent was a mix of vanilla with chamomile and earth, something that made for a strange combination but was completely intoxicating to his senses. Eric located her room almost immediately, room 306. He knocked and waited for a moment, anticipation burning deep inside him. No one answered. He thought for a moment, she has to have a window. He quickly returned to the outside and looked for her scent to find which windows were hers. When he finally found them he flew up next to them, all of the blinds were open. Eric had the perfect view into her house and all her lights were on. He glanced into the living room but she was nowhere to be seen. He could hear water running and went to another window, which just so happened to look into her bathroom. Eric smirked with satisfaction at the sight of her. He had found who he was looking for. He looked at her from the left corner of the window, the light barely showing on his face. The woman's back face him and the shower was directly next to him. She leaned over the double sink counter and rubbed her hands across her face. Eric watched her as she pulled a few pins out of her hair that kept it out of face. She placed her hair over her shoulder as she undid the knot of the blouse behind her neck. The straps fell down her back and she pulled it in front of her, lifting the shirt over her head. Eric was aside himself with lust and desire. Her body was much better than he had imagined and was half torn between breaking through the window and destroying her clothes and crashing through her front door and throwing her on the bed. Her breasts were covered by a tan strapless bra that Eric wished would fall down at that exact moment. The woman unclipped it from behind and was about to throw it aside until suddenly, the phone rang. Eric nearly cursed himself in frustration. The woman wrapped a silk robe around her before discarding her bra with the blouse which lay on the floor. She exited the bathroom. Eric finally took this chance.

* * * *

"Hello?" Celeste asked into the receiver.

"Cici?" It was Lucy, the supposedly knocked-out friend.

"Lucy?" Celeste said in surprise. "What are you doing up?"

"I don't know. I had to pee really bad and then I got the munchies. I could really go for nachos right now. Have you seen my keys?"

"I have them. I'm gonna drive to your house tomorrow and we'll just hang out or whatever."

"Oh." Celeste could hear Lucy scratching her head. She knew that Lucy would go out to get nachos if she returned the keys to her. "Well, then I'll just go back to bed then." They said their goodbye's and Celeste put the phone on the hook. She was just about to return to the bathroom when her doorbell rang. "What the hell?" Celeste wrapped her robe tighter around her and looked at the time on the microwave. It was just past three a.m.

"Who is it?" She asked against the door.

"Room service."

"Room service? I didn't order anything." She opened the door and immediately felt stupid. Eric Northman stood before her with his hands in his pant pockets. "You." Celeste said with a harsh tone.

"Me. Were you expecting someone else? Maybe that guy at the front desk?" He said with a smirk.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"You."

"I don't think so." She said with all seriousness. Celeste could feel Eric's eyes on her and eventually landed on her breasts, which were almost visible through the white translucent robe. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Eric.

"I have some business to settle with you." Eric leaned against the front door, his body completely blocking the threshold. He stared down at her and inhaled her scent. He was wrong. She also smelt of cinnamon and mangos. How exotic of her.

"No you don't." She arched an eyebrow.

"As a matter of fact I do. You didn't tell me your name or how you resisted the vampire that glamoured you."

"Tried to glamour me." She corrected.

"And that's what I need to know. Why he failed. I would very much appreciate it if you invited me in so we could settle this matter." He said. Celeste thought a moment. Any smart person would have said no immediately. That's not to say she wasn't smart, she was. However, it was the fact that she had a little ability, a gift so to say, that made inviting Eric Northman in so appealing. She smirked at herself but quickly hid it.

"Would you like to come in?" She said with a wicked grin. Eric looked at her for a moment, thinking that it was almost too easy that she would invite him in. He said yes and entered. Once the door was closed Celeste told him to take a seat. He sat in a single white fur seat and looked intently at Celeste, whom sat directly across from him.

"What is your name?" The question had been nagging at Eric for the longest time, and he couldn't bear not to know any longer.

"Christina." Celeste lied again. However, nothing got by the cunning vampire.

"No it's not." He said sternly. "It would make things much easier if you stayed honest with me as I have been with you."

"What makes you think I believe you?"

"Have I given you reason to doubt me yet?" He asked, the corner of his lips curving up only a little. Celeste thought about this. No matter how much she thought about it or looked at it from different angles, he had no ulterior motives. She gave him a scrutinizing look, analyzing everything about him from the glint in his eyes to the way he positioned himself in the seat.

"Celeste." She said finally. "And you're Eric Northman." A grinned flashed on his lips but quickly disappeared.

"Celeste?" He said the name slowly, testing it out. She noticed the way her name rolled off his tongue and felt a shiver of something . . . pleasure maybe, tingling through her body. "I'm impressed." He said while standing up. "You know my name, so you must have given me some thought since we met earlier this evening."

"Don't flatter yourself." Celeste stood up, the only thing separating them a small rectangular coffee table. Eric slowly and carefully took a few steps around the length, his eyes locked on hers.

"I am sorry if I interrupted you from any prior engagements." Eric said while quickly glancing down at Celeste. He vividly remembered her appearance in the bathroom. Her bare and naked skin that was completely flawless and smooth to his eyes. Eric had only seen the bare of her back, but even that was too much of a tease for him. He stepped in front of her, only a few inches of empty air separating them.

"Actually you did." Celeste tilted her head to the side. "Now why don't you ask me what you want to know so I can continue going about my business." Eric licked his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. He pushed back a stray hair in her face behind her ear, his knuckles grazing her cheek.

"How is it that I have not laid eyes on you until now?" He looked her once-over again, his desire and arousal growing by the second. Celeste wasn't sure of what to say. She had already made it quite clear that she didn't hang out with vampires and knew that he was also asking a rhetorical question. The knuckles that pressed against her cheek unraveled as Eric carefully, and almost hesitantly, rested his palm against it. The skin was soft under his palms and fingers. His senses where overwhelmed as he took in a deep breath, fogging his mind. Celeste's skin was warm and Eric could feel the heat to some extent warm his cold hand. He stepped closer to her, sneaking his other hand around her waist and moving the one on her cheek down to her neck. Her back arched and head tilted back. To any bystander it would have looked like Eric was about to bite her, but for both of them it was different. Celeste's heart raced in her chest and her breathing came out in irregular patterns. Her body was limp like a ragdoll and completely relaxed. Eric, on the other hand, was in complete control. His breathing came in slow and long breaths, and his body was hard and rigid against hers.

However, as quickly as the moment came, it left. Celeste brought her hand up to Eric's chest and forced him away, causing him to bump into the coffee table. She adjusted her robe again and went to the door, opening it for him to leave.

"You need to go." She said in complete earnest. Eric looked at her for a moment, thinking about what just happened. Celeste had pushed him away, harshly and with a lot of force. He thought about the other woman that had pushed him away so many times before, but none had ever made him move. In the past, woman tried hard to beat him and make him step back but he never moved; not even a flinch. Celeste had managed to not only move him, but to forcefully push him away to almost cause him to fall.

"That vampire tried to glamour you today," He said with complete seriousness in his voice. "How did you resist him?"

"I'm not at liberty to say." She said with a smirk. Eric grabbed the side of the door and slammed it closed, the loud BANG reverberating through the hallways.

"Tell me how you resisted his ability." His voice rose in anger, not enough to scare her, but just enough to intimidate her and show her how serious he was. Celeste found this amusing. Eric was trying to scare her into telling him what he wanted to know, but there was nothing he could do to hurt her. She smirked at him and walked away to her bedroom. Eric diligently followed and grabbed her wrist in his hand and flung her around. For some odd reason, Celeste laughed at him as he held her body close to his, clutching her small wrist in his large hand.

"What are you going to do Eric? Force it out of me?"

"I will do much more than that." Eric lifted her over his shoulder and quickly moved to the bedroom, which was very easy to find. He threw her on the bed and used his speed to close the door and return to her within the blink of an eye. She laughed even harder as he stood in front of her. Celeste perched herself on her elbows and looked at him. She could see the arousal in his pants and gave him a sexy grin that would have thrown any other man overboard. Eric only became harder. He quickly went down on her, pressing his body against hers. His lips latched onto her immediately and he did not wait for her to open her mouth when his tongue quickly penetrated her, moving and probing as her tongue moved against his. One of his hands slid down to her thigh and hitched it over his hip, the other slid behind her neck, deepening the kiss even more. A growl erupted from his chest as his arousal rubbed against her sensitive spot. Eric was enraged with desire. He loved the feel of Celeste's hands rubbing up and down his chest under his shirt, the feel of her nails scrapping at his back. Everything about her was intoxicating, yet it still wasn't enough.

Eric wrapped her other leg around his hip and lifted her up, setting her down on his lap as he leaned back. His hands moved and traveled over every part of her, first they would be holding tightly to her hips, then squeezing her ass and moving to her neck to bring her closer to him. Eric set her back down on the bed and separated their lips so he could remove his shirt. However, when he came back down to her, he was suddenly thrown back. Eric immediately recovered himself and went after her again only to find her impenetrable. Celeste sat up on her bed, her legs tucked under her butt, giggling. She watched as Eric tried, after trial and error, to get to her. He stood in front of her, anger written all over his face.

"What is this?" He hissed.

"What's what?' She stifled a laugh. Eric moved toward her again, instead of using his entire body to get to her he moved his hand in her direction. At first it was just open air, but when he was a few inches away from feeling the warmth of her flesh against his hand, a hard surface pressed against his fingers. His brows furrowed and his forehead scrunched together. Eric ran his fingers over the invisible surface, first only using his finger tips, then using his hands. He looked at Celeste, whom was observing him intently with a smirk on her face. He continued to rub his hand over the surface.

"It's a force field. An invisible one." Celeste said as if it explained everything. Eric looked at her, his expression confused and conflicted. Eric wasn't sure of what to say. His thoughts were quick and mashed together. So many emotions were going through his head that he couldn't comprehend everything at that exact moment. Celeste leaned closer to him and the field moved with her, Eric was pushed back momentarily. "It's how I resisted." She continued. "It not only protects my body but also my mind."

"This is very interesting." Eric stood up and put his shirt back on. "What an intriguing gift you have. I most certainly would like to get to learn more about it." He reached out a curious hand to touch it again, his fingers pressed against it. "Now it seems that I will have some other use for you, other than trying to get you in my bed." He looked at Celeste with a smirk and a devilish spark in his eye.

"How do you think you will do that? You can't touch me." She pushed him back with her field to prove her point.

"I will make you want me. I'll make you dream about me touching you. You won't be able to stand in my presence without being dripping wet. You will yield to me, and when you do, I won't stop, even if you beg me too." Eric leaned closer to her, pressing his body against the field.

"Mmhm, sounds like fun. But not before I make you go insane with desire for me." Celeste leaned into Eric, dropping the field down. "I'll make you want no one else and detest other women." She slid her body onto his lap; Eric instantly grabbed her waist in his hands and held her there. Her hands looped around his neck and clutched his hair. Celeste pressed her body against his; Eric struggled to control himself, his breathing turning heavy and harsh with lust. "I'll make you come at the sound of my voice. I'll torture you until you beg for release. Is that what you really want Eric?" Celeste's voice was pure sex and Eric liked it. Their lips barely touched and both could feel the others breathe against their lips. Celeste could feel Eric's arousal against her thighs and slowly slid back and forth against it. Eric hissed and bit down on her lip.

"Don't." His voice was hard and rugged. He felt like he was about to explode as the friction built inside him to the point where it was almost unbearable.

"Don't worry, I wont." Celeste whispered in his ear, carefully licking a trail down to his neck then back up to his ear. "This is what it's going to come down to Eric. This is what it's going to be like from now on. Teasing you and making you want it." She looked in his eyes and continued to slide back and forth against his arousal. Eric growled behind clenched teeth. He knew that at any moment she could and would put the field back up, and he would be worse off and maybe even more turned on than before.

"Fuck." He hissed. Celeste smirked and grazed her lips against his, pulling back before he could catch her lips between his teeth and make-out. She pulled away and put her field back up. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun with Eric Northman. She had a lot more self control than he did. Eric leaned back once Celeste removed herself from him. He knew he had to win. He was known for making women get down on their hands and knees and beg him to please them until they died; he had a reputation to protect. If he let one woman get under his skin and control him, it would ruin him and only lead to more women thinking they could do the same. Eric clenched his fists together to keep from pouncing Celeste then and there. He decided to leave without saying another word, afraid that his husky voice would betray him. He went to the bathroom, opened the window and jumped out. He looked back at the window before using his speed to quickly leave the scene.

Eric smirked as he dashed and ran through the streets in the late night. He thought of ways to get Celeste in his bed as he returned to Fangtasia. He was going to have fun messing with Celeste, teasing her into submission. Eric Northman had a new interest, a Teasing Interest.