Liking It Rough
Summary: Takes place during and after "Desperately Seeking Serena." A short two or three chapter story that endeavors to explain just why that look came over Chuck's face when he realized G was on her way. BCG triangle with some one-sided SG.
Author's Note: I was just inspired by a little tidbit about Georgina from the book series, so be warned there is a tiny spoiler in that regard. The chapter titles are from "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At The Disco
Chapter 1: Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat?
Georgina Sparks turned triumphantly away from Serena Van der Woodsen on the steps leading to Constance Billard and headed toward the nearest coffee shop, relishing in the glory of her latest checkmate, yet at the same time still trying to shake off her nerves. A latte would surely calm her down. After all, it was teensy bit too early for a Cosmo. Just a shot of caffeine in her veins would rob her of the high that Serena's luxurious tresses and distinct scent of jasmine and soap brought Georgina every time she came near the golden goddess. Her victory march (mixed with newly stirring desires) was abruptly cut short, however, as she crossed paths with a familiar yet exotic face in a traffic-cone orange trench coat. What? She almost halted in her steps, but kept herself in check enough to merely glance Chuck Bass' way and dole out that cruelly frightening smile—the one she never let slip while in Serena's presence. A flash of discomfort or maybe even fear crossed his disturbingly handsome features for less than a second. But he had always played the game almost as well as she did, so he managed to turn the genuine emotion into that well-worn sleazy leer of his. She thought he would just pass her by, leaving her life as quickly as he had always entered it, but he apparently felt in control enough to stop and chat. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck pick up as he drew close and welcomed that tingle down below. He always did know how to get her blood going without even trying (or was he trying?), just like S. No, not like her. Because Serena was a perfect angel, always accessible yet somehow entirely untouchable. Serena was love, but Chuck? Chuck was pure sex.
"Georgina, what a shame to see you here," he smirked, watching as his smooth voice washed over her. It was pretty much the only trick he had up his sleeve when it came to Georgina Sparks. "Seems the Prince of Belfort didn't live up to expectations, eh?"
"Yeah," Georgina nodded slowly, "I guess the thrill always dies after the first time." Chuck's crazy face remained impassive, but she knew that inside he was squirming and she reveled in thoughts of her hold on him.
Chuck very nearly winced, but knew better than to show Georgina she had hit upon a weak spot. Until Blair Waldorf, no line had more aptly described Chuck's attitude regarding sex, and Georgie herself had been mostly to blame for that. "Nice catching up," he sneered and turned to leave, but looked back in order to give a final warning. "And G? Stay away from S." He said the words coldly and with steely eyes. Serena was family now and if there was anything one could be sure of when it came to Chuck Bass, it was that he took care of his own.
Georgina rolled her eyes. As if there was anything Chuck could do to stop her. He was no match for her physically, as past experience had already proven with painful results, and she still had the power to single-handedly destroy the relationships he held most dear. Or at least, she thought she did. "You know I could never do that, so why bother with threats?" She smiled suddenly, reminding him and herself that "Besides, she needs me."
It was now his turn to scoff at her weakness. "You know as well as I do that you're the one that needs her." And with that, he and his flashy orange coat disappeared into the distance. Checking the time on her cellphone, Georgina noted that this was the longest the two of them had ever lasted.
The evening after the SATs, Blair Waldorf arrived at her best friend's old Palace suite an absolute wreck after having received a cryptic message from Chuck that simply stated, "B. Go to the Van der Woodsen suite, now. S needs you." She briefly thought about ignoring it, assuming he was laying some kind of twisted trap for her. Why else would he bother to speak to her for the first time in a month? But after listening to the message on repeat about a billion times, his sincere and serious tone convinced her of the urgency in his statement and left her agitated and afraid. What had happened? She knocked furiously on the door without receiving a response; nearly making her knuckles bleed from all the pounding before she realized the door was already unlocked. Blair rushed in to find Serena sprawled out on the couch, the bottom of her dress in tatters, with make-up smeared all over her face and tears staining her flushed cheeks.
Upon seeing her best friend come to the rescue, Serena was filled with shame and immediately called out, "Please leave, B. I'm fine, I swear." She knew how ridiculous that sounded, but she couldn't come up with a single lie to make this whole situation look okay. To make herself feel okay. Why did she always make the same mistakes? She was too trusting, too stupid, too slutty.
Blair sat down next to her and caressed her shoulders, pausing to smooth down Serena's hair before asking kindly, "Can you please tell me what happened, sweetie?" She tried to keep the panic from entering her voice, knowing it would only serve to upset her friend even more.
Serena just shook her head in despair, whispering, "I can't, Blair. I'm sorry, please understand."
Blair was too worried to get angry or even to push the matter further, so instead she kissed Serena's forehead softly and sweetly and offered to order some tea and sleeping pills from room service, which Serena gratefully accepted.
She had already begun tucking Serena into bed when her eye fell upon Chuck's scarf in the corner of the bedroom. Immediately, her mind jumped to the worst possible scenario, because when you think of Chuck Bass the first word that comes to mind is "evil." Closely followed by rape, of course. She had to know—yet dreaded to discover—if she was anywhere near the ballpark, so she asked, as calmly as she could manage, "S, does Chuck have something to do with this?"
"No, no," Serena protested groggily, "Chuck…he's just…" she was getting feebler by the second due to the relaxing pills and couldn't finish her sentence. But her face had shown just enough fear that Blair knew she had been right. Was it possible that Chuck was really that disgusting and cruel, after all? The thought that she had ever cared for—or at least slept with—such a monster filled her with hatred and revulsion. A bile rose up in her throat so strong she was sure she would have to run to the bathroom and purge, but thankfully Serena's well-being took precedence over her own demented bodily functions.
As soon as Serena was resting fitfully, Blair grabbed the offending multi-colored accessory with a vengeance and headed out toward Suite 1812. Somehow, in all her rage and fear, she was still pretty sure he wouldn't hurt her. However, she was going to make him pay for doing this her best friend. She would strangle him with his little fucking scarf and then, then she would call the police.