Liking It Rough
Summary: Blair and Georgina pull out their claws; Chuck enjoys the view…
Author's Note: Gossip Girl is not mine; Panic! is not mine. Nothing is mine. I weep.

Chapter 4: It Will Always Just Be Me

Blair stared at the scene unfolding before her in wide-eyed shock, unable to tell if tears were welling up or if she was jut imagining the burning sensation between her lids. Chuck and Georgina were moving passionately together, viciously even. At least their underwear was still on, thank God. She wanted to scream, maybe throw something, but all she could do was stand there in complete silence. If she didn't snap out of it, though, pretty soon she would have a Cady-Heron-from-Mean-Girls breakdown.

Sensing a presence, Chuck looked up from his ministrations momentarily and his eyes locked with Blair's. Dread filled him up to the core and, he immediately pushed Georgina off of him, reverently whispering, "Blair…"

"Okay, now you're just doing it to spite me," Georgina laughed gaily as she picked herself off the floor and moved to get back on top of Chuck. He moved out of the way and, before she knew what was happening, her hair found itself entangled in Blair's death grip.

"You psycho bitch!" Blair cried, yanking on her worst enemy's hair like it was a yo-yo she wanted to unravel. "How dare you show your ugly mug around here after what you tried to pull with S? I could kill you right now, if I didn't respect myself enough not get your blood on my hands."

Georgina smiled through the pain, digging her nails into Blair's hands. As much as those red-painted daggers might have hurt, Blair did not go. Georgina begrudgingly respected her for it. "Oh, please," she began, twisting herself to face her attacker. "Don't tell me this is about Serena. I'm pretty sure you just can't stand to see your little boy toy pleasuring himself elsewhere."

Blair's eyes blazed at this accusation and used her free hand to slap Georgina silly. How dare anyone insinuate that Blair's claws came out so defensively over a boy?

Chuck watched the cat fight intently from his corner of the room. He wanted to pipe up that he had not found any time with Georgina pleasurable, but he didn't want to interrupt. Plus, he didn't think Blair would care very much, anyway. Regardless, if Georgina's teasing and mockery hadn't managed to turn him on earlier, Blair's display of savagery was definitely turning him on right now. And why not pretend she was upset at catching him in bed with another girl, rather than what he already knew, which was that she was protecting her best friend?

As lost in his teenage-boy stupor as he was, however, he did not forgot to grab Georgina's purse and rummage through it in case there was anything he could use.

By this time, Blair had lost the advantage of surprise she held earlier. Add that to the fact that she wasn't one for physical altercations, and soon enough Georgina had the upper hand.

Georgina broke free from Blair's hand and wrapped her own hands around Blair's tiny neck in a strong choke hold. It didn't last very long, though, because Chuck swiftly pulled her away and threw her against the bed once more.

"Don't touch her, you slut!" He growled through his bared teeth, quite like a lioness protecting her pride.

Blair coughed to regain her breath and resisted Chuck's comforting touch before picking up the hotel phone on the table to her left. "You have three seconds to get the hell out of here before I either throw this at your head or call security."

Georgina rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Snow White. You're so naïve. What exactly is security going to do to me?"

Chuck smiled and pulled out two vials of clear liquid from her purse, being careful to only touch them with a handkerchief. "Well, considering I'm pretty sure Serena's body is full of sedative drugs right now, and you have these illegal substances conveniently stashed in your purse… I'm thinking we might be able to get you arrested."

She narrowed her eyes in disdain and ripped her purse out of Chuck's hand. "Fine. I'm gone for now. But you better keep your little princess locked away in a tower, Chuck," she warned, glaring directly at Blair so there would be no confusion as to whom she was referring to. "Because this is far from over."

And with that threat, she stalked out of the room and left the two of them alone to hash things out.

Now that their immediate problem was gone, Chuck waited somewhat impatiently for Blair to remark on what she had seen—perhaps to hit him, or look sad, or laugh about it. Blair made no indication of wanting to discuss the matter, however. She just stood there, studiously not staring at his shirtless form. Unable to take the silent tension anymore, he moved closer to her and said in a soothing voice, "Listen, Blair. I know you think—"

"I don't think anything, other than I can't believe you won't stop thinking with your dick long enough to help Serena instead of trying to get some action." Blair shook her head, hoping to stave off any tremors in her voice. "And with the very bitch that's trying to hurt her in the first place! What is wrong with you?"

She turned quickly to exit the room with whatever dignity she had left, but Chuck's strong arms pulled her back and spun her to face him. Now she was very comfortably pressed up against his bare chest, and it took all her power not to reach up and run her fingers over his curls. Maybe she could just yank one instead…

"You are not allowed to leave the room until we've talked about this," he commended forcefully, and she refused to melt at his authoritative tone.

"Just so you know," she informed him in a haughty voice, "I was coming back precisely to 'talk about this' with you." She looked at him defiantly. "I was hoping we could try to start over… Be friends. But now you're tainted and I don't want to touch you ever again."

He chuckled—a low laugh that sent chills up her spine. Especially when her pulled her even closer and grazed her ear with his lips, whispering, "I've always been tainted by Georgina, and it's never seemed to bother you before…"

Her breath was too noisy for her liking as she replied, "Yes, but I've never had to see it before."

He kissed her neck, and she cursed herself for letting him. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Blair. Really, I don't know what I was thinking—"

Now it was Blair's turn to smile. "I didn't just see it, sweetie. I heard your entire conversation, too."

Chuck relieved her neck of his kisses just long enough to let out a soft groan. "Now I really wish you hadn't seen that…"

Blair giggled at the ridiculousness of it all, extracting herself from him and walking around the suite in a slow, seductive circle. "Don't be sorry about it. I thought it was sweet…Your little crush on me, I mean. The sex with Georgina was just gross."

A dark shadow passed over Chuck's face, and she loved that she was able to toy with him this way. "I don't appreciate you mocking the delicate sentiments of my 12-year old self, you know."

Blair shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe if you had come clean then, we could have saved ourselves all the drama of the past 5 years. That's all I'm saying."

He scoffed. "Right. Like you would ever have left your precious Nathaniel."

"Well, it would at least have been nice to know I had options."

Chuck took the opportunity this détente offered and grabbed Blair's hands excitedly. "Blair, I've been a real asshole to you, I know. I just figured…I'd already lost Nathaniel and…everyone else I cared about. And then you came to rub my face in it…" This apology was not going the way he had originally planned.

"So you just decided you would go out with a bang?" Blair laughed. "Not the best apology ever, Bass. Maybe you should try writing one out next time."

But she took his declaration for what it was: a heartfelt desire to start over. And she provided him with her decision by hungrily kissing him on the lips and caressing the sides of his face with her hands. He responded with equal fervor and wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly leading her towards the bed in between kisses.

When she saw where he was going, though, she quickly changed directions. "The couch, please. I'm not touching that until you've given those sheets a good, long wash. Maybe even bought a new mattress."

Now that she was in control, she pushed him down onto the couch and climbed on top of him like some kid of wild animal. Chuck had never seen her quite this antsy before and he loved it. Blair had always liked to be on top, sure, but he was used to having some semblance of power over her. Not ready to lose without a fight, he quickly maneuvered himself so that she was under him, breathing heavily and still devouring as much of him as she could with her frantic kisses.

In the middle of unbuttoning her top, a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. He briefly stopped to ask, "What about—"

"Please, Chuck," Blair interrupted him recklessly. "This first, plot against Georgina later."

Truthfully, plotting against Georgina was the furthest thing from Chuck's mind at the moment. He had been about to ask about Nate—what they were going to do and if there was anything left to do. But Blair was definitely right: making up with her, especially so blissfully, took precedence over most other things at this exact moment. Nate and Georgina could very definitely wait.