Who's Twisted Now

TITLE: Who's Twisted Now?

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Vanessa / Chuck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2 - Episode 20.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 2 - EPSIODE 20. A companion piece to "Constant and Twisted" and goes AU from there.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Vanessa leaned her forearms on the counter of the Gallery coffee shop and watched as the only customer she'd had in the last three hours since the lunchtime rush had passed, left and walked out into the snowy, blustery late afternoon. She looked up at the clock on the far wall and groaned. It was another three hours until closing time. Rufus was out of town and the gallery was closed, so she couldn't even ask him to cover for her. She shouldn't have even bothered opening today, but it was better than sitting around her apartment reading. She wondered if she could get Dan to do it, but decided against asking. Not that she had anywhere to go, but the inactivity gave her time to think and that wasn't what she wanted to do. She'd had a really strange week and kicking it off by officially breaking up with Nate and then promptly sleeping with Chuck Bass, twice, had a big part to do with it.

Her thoughts turned to him, even when she commanded them not to. More accurately it turned to what they had done. Memories, vivid and clear cropped up unexpected and unbidden. That smug smile of his still infuriated her, but now in her mind's eye it glistened with her juices and produced a different feeling as well. In the shower and in the velvety darkness of her bedroom in the wee hours of the morning they would cause her hand to steal between her legs and to her breast to find relief and release to relax. It wasn't the memories themselves, they were hot, but whom she had done those things with that irked her. It was where she should be cultivating revulsion and disgust, she found herself, when she was honest with herself, wanting more. It wouldn't have been so bad if only it hadn't been Chuck Bass. Pretending what they had done, hadn't happened seemed to be infinitely easier said than done.

She wouldn't call herself a slut or anything, but she'd had a few lovers in her time, but she hadn't had sex like that before. She'd never given herself over to the indulgence of the flesh in quite such a complete fashion. She might have been able to forget and forgive herself the first time, given the circumstances, a case of temporary insanity, but the second? The second time had been a conscious decision. Staying in his bed after only made it worse. What disturbed her, even more, was how much she'd enjoyed it, all of it. Whatever she might think of Chuck, one thing was undeniable: He knew how to fuck, and there it was. They had fucked each other. She expected nothing less from him, but she had given as good as she'd gotten, She'd fucked him too and she had never seen herself as a woman who could fuck, who would fuck. Memory swept through her again and she groaned, both at her body's reaction of arousal and the inability to do anything significant about it.

"I should just close up. Call it a day." She thought toying with her mobile while staring out the door at the snow-covered sidewalk. A warm shower and a little personal attention sounded like a good idea. She straightened suddenly, half sure that she was hallucinating when he walked through the door and then casually closed it, turned the sign from open to closed and drew the blind before sauntering toward her, removing his gloves while juggling the thin, square box he carried. "Oh crap. Speak of the devil..." she muttered under her breath. Vanessa had the sneaking suspicion that the smug sneer on his face wasn't always arrogance, but had actually become his neutral expression. "What are you doing here, Bass? Slumming it?" she asked as he stopped in front of the counter. He placed his gloves in his overcoat pocket, unwound his scarf and then removed it and his overcoat and draped them over the counter with slow, deliberate care and without response.

He was casually dressed, for Chuck anyway in light grey trousers and a simple pale blue turtleneck sweater. She couldn't see the labels, but his outfit could most likely still have paid for her rent and utilities. "Hello, Vanessa." He deigned to acknowledge her as he leant over the counter and into her personal space. He was so close she could faintly smell the masculine scent of his cologne. "What do you want, Chuck." She restated her question more directly. "Coffee would be a start. This is... a coffee shop, is it not?" he asked with an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and she gave him a withering look. He chuckled and then lifted the box he had brought up between them. "I came to give you this." He explained calmly and placed the box back on the counter top, shifting back to create space between them.

She frowned at him in suspicion. "What is it?" she enquired her fingertips nervously tapping on the glossy, black box lid. "Open it and find out." He suggested, his tone turning it into a challenge, his lips quirked in an amused, confident smile. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head at the box as an encouragement. What made her even more antagonistic was that she didn't know if she wanted to slap the expression off his face or kiss it off. It wasn't any sense of unrequited love or feelings, it was just that kissing could lead to other more physical intimacies that her body already seemed to be preparing for while her mind attempted to deny them. Looking across the counter at him she snorted mentally. "This is Chuck Bass, the slap could most likely lead to the same thing." She thought followed by: "But, what is he really doing here?"

"Can I at least get that coffee while you conquer your fear of boxes or is it the bow that has you stymied? He asked leaning his elbow on the counter. "You just need to tug at the little ends and it comes right apart." He explained with amusement in his eyes and a mocking twist to his mouth. "She definitely wanted to slap him she decided. "You're so droll sometimes, Chucky. Why don't you go wild and try something new... pour your own coffee, the cups and pot are over there." She retorted, taking satisfaction at the slight narrowing of his eyes in irritation when she called him Chucky. She glanced at him as he actually slipped behind the counter and then focused her attention on the box. She undid the dark, velvet ribbon and lifted the lid. She put it aside and then carefully folded back the silver tissue paper it had revealed to expose a pair of panties almost exactly like the ones he'd torn off her. She let her fingers slide over the lace, feeling the fine, intricate pattern. She had bought hers at Sax; these were from Victoria's Secrets, if the tissue paper was to be believed.

"What the..." she swung around to confront him and gasped involuntarily as she found him so close she actually brushed against him as she turned. He moved even closer, making his invasion of her personal space complete bringing them almost face to face, his nose just more than an inch from hers and the counter, on which he placed his hand on either side of her, against the small of her back left her with nowhere to go. His breath tickled her lips. "I felt I had to replace them. I wouldn't want you to go without. Well... that's not true, I love the idea of you without, naked under your skirt, but it's the principle of the matter." He explained, his eyes steady on hers almost daring her to push him away, his voice low and seductive. "Oh shit." She groaned internally as she felt her snatch flex and clench against itself with a wave of hot slippery sex grease and her nipples stirred, swelling to attention.

Chuck tilted his head slightly as if studying her, gauging her reactions. "I've been thinking about you all week, Vanessa, specifically as regards to who actually screwed whose brains out." He admitted in a cool even tone. "Keep your eyes on his face." She commanded herself, but they flicked down, just for a moment, to find the bulge of an erection at his crotch. "This... This breaks our 'It Never Happened' agreement. I... I think you need to leave, Chuck." She told him, clearing her throat after what she intended to be a demand came out as a sort of suggestion. He simply slowly shook his head, his dark eyes hungry and intent on her, almost predatory with their intensity. A strange and unexpected thrill ran through her as she returned his gaze. She knew where this was heading and she could stop it... if she wanted to. Planting her knee in his groin would take hardly any effort at all, but did she want to stop him. " I'm here to renegotiate that agreement. I think it should not happen, again." He suggested and the room suddenly felt as if the thermostat had been cranked up and then someone had turned on a heater and lit a fire to boot. She felt the need to fan herself.

"Come on, Girl. Pull yourself together. This is Chuck Bass, Satan Spawn, remember?" she urged herself as she tried to keep herself aloof and her expression neutral. He leaned forward, head tilting and she put her hand on his chest and held him at bay causing a frown to crease his forehead and then he smiled. "You would make a really lousy poker player, Vanessa." He commented as he pushed forward and pressed his lips to hers with a hungry, forceful kiss. "Damn!" she thought with chagrin and resignation as her fingers dug into the material of his turtleneck rubbing against the soft cashmere and against the surprisingly hard muscles underneath and she wanted to push him away, but she didn't. The tension seeped out of her to slowly start pooling in her loins as she titled her head and opened her mouth to return his probing kiss as her eyes fluttered closed and she dropped her hand, letting his body press against hers and bow her slightly over the counter.

Vanessa moaned softly against his lips as he pressed his thigh between her legs and against her crotch with firm, hot pressure while he wrapped his arms around her as their tongues dueled. Despite herself, her arm slid over his shoulder and her hand curved around to cup the back of his head while the other circled his back and she pressed back against him. "I'm going to burn in hell, but God help me... I'm going to enjoy the ride." She thought as she surrendered to his kiss and his touch. Her clothes suddenly felt uncomfortable and scratchy, her skin itchy and her brassier was a restrictive torture as her breasts flattened against his chest and her nipples pressed into the cups. Her last shred of propriety kicked in when he moved his leg away and she felt his hand worm under her skirt and slithered up along the inside of her thigh with ticklish, tingling warmth. She knew he had no intension of stopping at touching, his throbbing erection, hot even through their clothes, against her stomach was proof enough of that. Vanessa realized that once they started down that path, there would be no stopping to consider the conspicuous visibility of their location. She wound her fingers into his hair and then tightened them as she pulled his lips from hers. The low snarl that rumbled from his lips was both a little scary and thrilling at the same time as was the flash of irritation in his eyes.

"No!" she said firmly even though she could hear the desperate edge in her voice as she shifted to create some separation between them and clamped her thighs together trapping his hand before it reached its destination. She stifled a groan as her sex clenched as well. "Yes." He countered on a heated growl, wriggling his fingers, testing her resolve. Vanessa took a deep breath as he massaged her thigh, mere inches from her sex. "Not here." She explained after slowly expelling the breath. "The door might be locked, but the front of the store is glass, Chuck. Someone is bound to see us." She qualified as he looked both unconvinced and shifted his hand uncooperatively, his lips opening to argue. "You're ashamed of being seen with me?" he asked.

"Yes, of course, that and the fact that I don't do live sex shows for passersby." She responded seriously and without pause and he laughed, a deep, warm and honest sound of amusement she would never have expected him able of making. She relaxed and he removed his hand, his fingertips leaving a tingling trail on her skin as they retreated. "So... What's to be done, Vanessa?" he asked once again pressing his trouser clad erection against her belly. His dark eyes bore into hers, his lips hovering in front of hers after he had brushed the back of his hand across her cheek and now had a stray curl of her hair twined between his fingers. He stayed like that for a moment, his breath warm on her lips, her light eyes reflected in the pools of his dark ones and then released her hair and took the tiniest step back.

She knew seduction when she saw it, but he also seemed to be giving her a choice. He had the advantage and he knew it. He knew she want this as much as he did and he was making no effort to hide his desire, but he was still giving her some breathing room. She was generally very good at reading people, but he kept surprising her. She could stop this, put some distance between them, clear her head, master her traitorous body and tell him to leave, or... She stepped forward and he stepped aside without comment as her shoulder brushed against his. "It's still just sex, Chuck... It still means nothing... Not a single thing. Understand?" She informed him and told herself as she reached back, took his hand and led him through the heavy curtain that served as a door to the storeroom behind the counter.

The curtain was still moving from their passage through them when he had her pressed up against the shelves that ran the length of the room against one wall. "Less than nothing." Chuck confirmed before capturing her lips again, one of his hands winding into her hair at the nape of her neck. She opened her mouth and returned his kiss hungrily, surrendering to her need, her decision finally having been made. He angled his body away from hers and his free hand started to work on the buttons of her blouse after he cupped and squeezed her breast. She cupped the bulge at the front of his trousers, tracing the length of his erection before she blindly fumbled at his belt. It surrendered and after a little effort, so did the button and zipper of his trousers. He hissed and groaned against her lips as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and massaged it before slowly stroking his length. He felt hot and virile as he throbbed in her hand, his cock pulsing against her grip. The bottom two buttons of her blouse went spinning off into the storeroom as, in his haste, he pulled open her blouse without undoing them. The clasps in front." she informed him breathily as his lips slid from hers to suck at the side of her neck, his tongued swirling a wet trail along her skin and his hand started to slide around from her ribs to her back.

Vanessa grunted and then sighed as he worked the clasp, the pressure increasing for a moment and then fading away as he peeled the cups aside. She pushed against him and away from the shelf, for long enough to let her blouse and brassier slide off her shoulders and arms to fall to the floor. Chuck's lips moved from her neck to her chest, exploring her newly exposed skin with warm, wet blooms of pressure, his hands squeezing and fondling her breasts. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled back. "Lift your arms." She panted, licking her lips to wet them. He started to lower his head again and she dug her nails into his scalp to emphasize the seriousness of her demand. His eyes flicked up to hers, his teeth flashing in a wicked grin before he finally complied and she could pull his turtle neck up and off over his head. She let out an uncontrollable bark of laughter a how ridiculously tussled his usually strand-perfect hair was after she had roughly divested him of his top. He chuckled back.

Her laughter died with a heavy moan as he captured one of her nipples and suckled at it hungrily. He nipped, lapped and licked at it sending prickling waves of delight into her chest while he started to hike up her skirt. She pushed his pants and boxers down off his hips and freed his manhood from the tangle of cotton and silk. She caressed his length as he bunched her skirt around her waist and then eagerly pulled aside the soaked crotch of her panties. She shivered slightly as cool air wafted over her enflamed, moist petals and she grasped the base of his cock to guide him as he stepped between her legs. Chuck guided one of her feet to the lowest shelf and she curled the other around him as he lifted her up. Vanessa rubbed his dickhead through her folds until she could seat him at her entrance, feeling her self start to stretch slightly as she settled onto his pointed tip and released her hold on him. He squeezed the hard nub of her nipple between his teeth, pulling and stretching it before letting go as he raised his head her arms rested on his shoulders and he held the rest of her weight with his hands where they cupped her ass, fingers flexing to massage the firm flesh.

His eyes caught and held hers and they remained poised there for a moment, both of them catching their breath. He relaxed his grip and she sucked in a sharp breath as she slid onto him and he thrust up into her. She let her breath out in slow stages as he filled and stretched her, his thick shaft drawing a slow, blazing trail of sizzling, tingling friction through her resistant, but slick flesh to her intimate core. She can see the tips of his straight, white teeth pressing into his lower lip, his jaw twitching as he controls himself and her decent onto him. Her hard nipples drag along the smooth skin of his chest with the sensation akin to small static shocks as her breasts flatten against the hard planes, jarring slightly when they brush over his. Her shoulder blades press and slide against the cold steel of the shelf behind her and her fingers clutch at his shoulders. They both groan when he is all the way inside her and their bodies undulate, grinding together unconsciously as they adjust to their connection. His eyes have never left her, even as her eyelids flutter with the surge of sensation that comes from her clit rubbing against the base of his cock.

She doesn't kiss him back when he captured her lips, but simply let him plunder and ravage her mouth as pleasure sparked and danced through her body and she closed her eyes to revel in it. Chuck started to rock his hips, drawing back and driving forward and after a few strokes Vanessa used the leverage of her arms on his shoulders and her foot on the shelf to match him and encourage him to increase his range of motion. "Fuck that feels good!" he groaned as they find a steady, comfortable rhythm and pace, hips rolling and rocking, arms and legs tensing and relaxing in counterpoint unison, fingers, lips and teeth testing flesh as his thick, long, virile shaft pierced her core again and again and again. "Yessss!" she hissed her affirmation as she tensed herself; around him, increasing the friction of his manhood lancing into her and coursing him to thrust faster and harder in response, the wet slap of their skin colliding joining their heavy breathing and groans, moans, gasps and cries of their enjoyment.

She yelped in surprise and then laughed as a torrent of sugar and sweetener packets came raining down on them, dislodged from the shelf above her by his increased efforts. "You're sweet enough without." He commented and she laughed again as he buried his head in her breasts, swiping his tongue up along her cleavage before breaking right to suck and graze his teeth across her tit flesh in search of her nipple. Vanessa felt her climax building by steady degrees, a delicious, twisting tension in her loins that greased her sex and made it clutch at his thrusting rod. She let go of his shoulders and reached up to grab the edge of the shelf above her, arched her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth as he lavished attention on first one and then the other of her nipples. She also started circling her hips in tight little circles and used her new grip to push down harder on him sending a spike of pleasure rippling up her spine and driving herself that little bit closer to climax.

She felt the shelves shudder under her hands and against her back as the shockwaves of his pelvis colliding with hers was transferred into it and shortly afterwards she heard glass shatter on the floor from somewhere off to her right as she cried out after a particularly forceful thrust. She felt wild and alive and she urged him to go faster and harder as they strained together. He lifted his head and they were both panting, he looked flushed, his hair disheveled and sweaty with their exertion. She couldn't even imagine what she looked like. She could feel droplets of sweat break out on her hot, sensitized skin and form tickling, trickling rivulets down her back, chest, belly and legs. She saw his jaw clench, the corded muscles on the side of his neck standing out in stark relief. She was on the brink and so was he, so she couldn't resist. "Is that all you got, Bass?" she taunted with an amused little giggle as she added some extra grind to their connection. "How does he manage to bring this out in me?" she wondered, a little shocked at her behavior, even as she reveled in the freedom of it.

"Oh... Be careful what you ask for, Little Girl. You might not know what to do with it if you get it." Chuck ground out with confidence, his jaw taking a determined set and his nostrils flaring. "Bring it, Chucky." She retorted, knowing how much he hated being called that and added a wicked, taunting laugh for good measure. Her laughter cut off with a gasp and a series of breathless cries as he gripped her hips hard and pounded into her like a jackrabbit on speed. There were several more crashes and thuds as cups or saucers and other things stored on the shelves were shaken off them, but neither paid them any mind or cared as they concentrated on outdoing each other while maintaining what few shreds of control they had on their rapidly building orgasms. The battle of wills was almost as much fun as the sex itself, almost. The energy, tension and pressure the pleasure of his driving cock mounted, pushing her to the limit of her capacity to contain it, her body trembling as muscles relaxed and tensed in quick succession as well as with the impact of his body colliding with hers.

His next pounding stroke and hard grind against her clit proved to be too much. Her back arched and she pressed against the steel edges of the shelves as her spine arched with the sizzling shock of her climax unloading in a sharp, bright explosion of pleasure that left her unable to breath, sightless with her eyes wide open and screaming. Her sex clenched around him in an ever-increasing grip, testing the unyielding steel of his erection, twisting and flexing as wave after wave of bliss inundated her body. Chuck bucked against her and she felt him expand against her rippling channel, he grunted and released a shuddering roar as the liquid heat of his essence joined hers. His climax sparked another cascade of joyful detonations that set her nerves atwitter and her blood to singing in her ears. Her scream faded to heavy pants as she gulped down air to cool her burning lungs and fuel her racing heart.

They writhed together as they rode the cresting waves of their orgasms. His hands massaged her thighs and her back as he lowered his head and rested his forehead on her chest. His breath was hot on her skin as he dragged in deep breaths and puffed them out. She ran her fingers through his hair, finding it damp as she cradled his head as she came down from her orgasmic high and the waves of pleasure diminished in intensity and frequency and she was able to catch her breath. Vanessa felt his lips press against her breast and his tongue lapped at her skin. Thought returned to her roiling mind in direct proportion to the diminishing, arching energy of her orgasm. "Shit! I've done it again!" she admonished herself vehemently even though she continued to stroke his hair and shoulders. "But, how could someone who I despise, who is everything I loath make me feel that good?" she wondered as she unhooked her leg from around his waist.

Chuck raised his head and she was surprised to see that he did not have his trademark smug, smirk on his face. It still held some amusement, but it seemed wry and not aimed at her, but also, unnervingly thoughtful and speculative. She unhooked her leg from around him and his grip tightened at her waist as he supported her weight until she could lower her other foot and get her feet under her. They both groaned as he slid out of her, her sex clutching at his retreating member and the friction sending echoes of her climax stirring in her core. She saw him frown. "What is it?" she asked as he shrugged. "Still not quite sure who screwed whose brains out, I'd be inclined to call this one another tie." He explained and she rolled her eyes. This never happened, Chuck, so I really don't care what you call it." She reminded him and he chuckled. She surveyed the mess around them; most of what had been on the shelves was now strewn across the floor. She was glad there hadn't been more crockery. Vanessa waited kept waiting for him to say something, it would be snide and inappropriate, but it didn't come as they adjusted the clothes they still wore, enough to be able to collect those they had discarded.

"This is an awful lot of evidence for something that never happened." He commented after they had managed to dress and straighten themselves up, "Yeah. I better start cleaning it up. We don't have a maid service." She sighed, surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together as she felt some their combined juices leak from her to soak into the already damp crotch of her panties. They hadn't quite met each other's eyes since he'd let her down and they'd separated. "I could help." He offered and her eyebrow rose. "I wouldn't want you to ruin your manicure, Chuck." She told him as she reached for a broom. He snorted. "I helped make the mess. I should help clean it up." He stated and started picking up sugar packets. "That sounds a lot like being responsible, Bass. Careful, you might burst into flames." She commented snidely. She was deliberately being a bitch and she knew it, but why wasn't he reacting in kind she wondered. He was bringing up way too many questions.

"We could do this whenever we wanted to, you know. We're consenting adults, more or less and no one else ever has to know." He suggested and she stopped sweeping and looked at him in dismay. "Do you think we've become Friends With Benefits or do you prefer the term Fuck Buddies?" she asked leaning on the broom handle and then shook her head. "This was a mistake, Chuck. One of many I've made of late and I don't intend to make any more, not with you anyway." She informed him coldly even as she considered her words and found herself unconvinced of their truth. There was something between them that defied logic. It was something animal, something she was finding she might not be able to control. It scared and intrigued her, but she had to put a stop to it before it went any further, if it hadn't gone too far already. He tilted his head, his dark eyes searching her face, calm and relaxed in contrast to the tension she could feel I her own body and then he closed the distance between them. She steeled herself from taking a step back, but made sure the broom remained between them.

He nodded slightly, his lips curving into his characteristic smug, self-assured smile. "Piss poor, Vanessa. Really. I said it before: You would be a really bad poker player." He told her and lightly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. The touch was surprisingly intimate and she had to force herself not to press against it. "Chuck..." she started, but he cut her off by pressing a finger across her lips. "I'll go... But, Vanessa, do yourself a favor. It might just be sex, mind numbingly great sex I'll admit, but don't deny yourself something good, just because you desperately need it to be wrong. That's just twisted. We could have so much fun together, you and I. Think about it." He informed her and before she could respond, he turned and swept through the curtained doorway and left.

THE END? TO BE CONTINUED? HELL I DON'T KNOW...