I Want to Say We'll Be Together But Let's Not Ask Why It's Not Right:
In the back of her mind, Serena van der Woodsen knows that what she's doing is wrong. Completely, utterly wrong. Yet, even while knowing this, she can't bring herself to stop Georgina--the Georgina Sparks--from shoving her up against the wall roughly and biting at the skin of her delicate neck. A very large part of what's urging Serena to continue is the need to forget…the need to let everything slip away, fall away just as the articles of clothing that are doing so.
She doesn't want to think about Blair, or how much she wishes that it was Blair's body melded against her own instead. She doesn't want to think about how much she aches at being so far away from the other brunette because it hurts almost as much as Georgina's nails raking down her back. She doesn't want to think of how much she fucking feels for Blair--and how, despite everything she's doing, Georgina's only managing to make her feel what Blair could make her feel with a simple glance.
For the moment, all she wants to do is focus on the feeling of Georgina's thigh pressed between her own and how goodit feels. She doesn't--can't--think about how much this feels like she's betraying Blair.
Serena doesn't want to think about it, and so she pushes all of these thoughts to the back to the subconscious part of her mind. But, as she reaches her climax, she can't stop the images of Blair from exploding behind her eyelids.
Just like she can't help that, she can't help the soft murmur that escapes past her lips.
"Blair."