Liking It Rough
Summary: Georgina and Chuck have some fun times together…
Author's Note: Ah, Gossip Girl is not mine, and neither are the chapter titles.

Chapter 7: I Would Let You Kill My Chorus

Georgina smiled wickedly to herself as she delicately placed the key to Blair's room back in her bra. She was going to have a hell of a time watching Chuck try to rescue his favorite little drama queen.

In fact, Georgina was actually helping Chuck grow as a person, wasn't she? He had never in his life been given the opportunity to be a hero, and he probably never would again. She was giving him meaning—too bad it would come to nothing in the end. Blair would never forgive the things he would have to do in order to protect her.

She wrapped her slender fingers around the recorder, containing a very useful conversation between herself and poor, wretched Blair. She had to admit she was surprised by the amount of concern Blair had shown for Chuck's well being. Who would have thought that Little Miss Perfect could actually fall for the baddest boy in New York City? She supposed it wasn't too difficult to imagine—they were pretty much the same, after all. The only difference was that Blair was forever pretending to be 'better than that.'

Georgina would never fake who she was. She took pride in how similar she was to Chuck. Serena may have been her dream girl, but Chuck Bass would always be her soul mate. And that was something the Blair Waldorfs of the world could never understand.

This time, upon reaching the door of Chuck's suite, Georgina decided to knock before entering. No time like the present to start being polite, right?


Chuck heard the knock on his door and felt his breath catch in his throat. He hadn't left his room since Blair had walked out; he had just sat there, waiting her for to come back. Took you long enough… He thought to himself, almost smiling at her willpower. Had he been the one to walk away, he would never have lasted so many hours. Because he was kind of pathetic.

He had called Lars off, but he was by no means planning on just lettings things lie. The second he and Blair made up, he would be getting another bodyguard—only now Blair would get to choose the one she wanted.

"I was just about to go after you," he smirked as he opened the door, only to find a Georgina Sparks beaming back at him. Oh, Jesus. Not that Jesus was listening.

Georgina batted her eyelashes at Chuck, taking a strange pleasure in the way his face fell upon realizing she—rather than his one true gag-me impossible love—had materialized before him. Soon enough she would make him see that all other relationships were just fantasies. Fairy tales. Blair, Serena, they were all the same. She and Chuck belonged together, if only because no one else would have them.

"That's so sweet of you," she whispered in her most melodic voice. "But you had to know I would come back to you eventually. I always do."

Chuck backed away from the door to allow Georgina entrance. He preferred her in his room rather than wreaking havoc wherever Blair was. "About time you came around," he greeted her. "I was starting to think you were nothing but a coward."

Her grin showed off her teeth. Teeth that reminded Chuck of vampires and holes in his tongue. "You should know better than to underestimate me, sweetheart."

The satisfaction in her voice made his stomach drop. It wasn't possible that something had already happened, was it? Lars had only been gone for two hours, and Dorota had informed Chuck that Blair was safely home when he called—yes, he had called. He was a stalker and didn't care who knew.

Georgina could literally see his mind racing and couldn't help but be proud. He was the smartest man of her acquaintance, after all. Of course he would have figured out his darling was in trouble.

"If you even touch her..." he warned, grabbing her wrist menacingly. She merely laughed in response, then proceeded to give him the recorder that was in her other hand.

"Care to find out how your precious is doing?" She replied, her eyes twinkling.

His entire being filled with dread as he unwillingly pressed the play button. He had to close his eyes, silently cursing himself as Blair's shrill and panicked voice reached his ears. Why the hell had he chosen today to kick her out of his suite?

"Let go of me, you freak!" She was crying over Georgina's terrifying peals of laughter.

"Scream all you want, dollface," Georgina replied. "Just remember that you just gave Dorota the rest of the afternoon off."

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's really your boy toy's fault, you know. If he would just admit that he belongs to me—"

"If you do anything to Chuck, I swear I will kill you!" Blair shrieked, and Chuck felt a warm feeling rising in his chest despite himself.

"Like you're in any position to protect him," Georgina mocked in return.

"He doesn't want you, just get over it."

"Trust me, he'll find a way to want me if he wants to avoid the consequences."

"Georgie, please…" Blair's voice went down to a barely perceptible whimper. "Leave him alone. I'll do any—"

Just then, Georgina ripped the device from Chuck's hands and shut it off. "That's enough for now," she remarked coldly. "No need to turn this into a Lifetime original movie."

Chuck's blood was boiling over. "What the hell did you do to her?" He growled, digging his nails into her arm and shaking her.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," Georgina answered sweetly, not even attempting to get out of Chuck's grasp or hiding how much she enjoyed it in the first place. "You can have her back, all in one piece, for a very small price."

Chuck let her go momentarily, raising his eyebrows in suspicion. This was way too easy. "What's your price?"

"Oh, just that you have to spend the night with me."

Chuck bit his lip to keep from laughing in her face. "Why are you so obsessed with me?" He asked incredulously. "I'm good, I'll admit, but I'm not that good."

She rolled her eyes and stretched out on his bed. "Please. I can have sex with whoever I want, whenever I want. The point is that I have complete control over you, Chuck." She sat up and reached out her arm to pull him towards her. Surprisingly, he let himself be drawn in, but still did not touch her himself. "If I want you," she whispered seductively in his ear, "I can have you."

"So that's it?" He still couldn't believe that was Georgina's only request. Why would she have come all this way and tortured Serena if that were the case? "I sleep with you once, and then you let Blair go and just leave us alone?" He turned around to face her directly. "How can I know you're not lying?"

She glared at him. "Because I always keep my promises."

Chuck decided not to employ the 'we were, like, twelve' excuse and instead simply nodded. He could sleep with Georgina one time, hate every single second of it, and thus ensure Blair's safety. The only fly in that ointment was that he would never be able to have Blair again.

There was no way Georgina would leave town without informing Blair of what had happened between them; she would probably even create the perfect audio companion of the entire session using her fucking recorder. And, sure, he could say that Blair had told him he could be with other people, or that they were 'on a break'— both of which were true. Hell, he could even try explaining to Blair why he had done it (though God forbid they should ever be honest with each other about their feelings). But none of those options would change the fact that he had actually slept with Georgina while being supposedly committed to Blair on at least an emotional level. It was pretty clear that Blair would never get over it, and Georgina knew that.

As if reading his thoughts, which she of course was, Georgina finally spoke up to remove his mind of all doubt. "Yes, there would be the unfortunate side-effect of Blair never speaking to you again. Which I must admit will please me immensely. But wouldn't you rather an angry, living Blair than a dead one who happens to still think well of you?"

Unfortunately, that statement made a lot of sense. Of course a Blair who was safe and hating him was better than one who was hurt or dead, no matter how she felt about him. And though he hated to think of himself as the type of man who was prone to self-sacrifice, he would do anything to make sure Blair was okay.

Taking a deep breath, he shrugged off his suit jacket and prepared to return to Hell. He grabbed the back of Georgina's head and crashed hip lips against her own, the force of the kiss throwing her down on the bed. "Fine," he snarled, ripping the neckline of her shirt as he pulled it off of her. "But don't cry if it hurts."

"Oh, Charles, you silly boy," she laughed, sinking her teeth into his ear lobe. "If anyone cries, it's going to be you."


Before anyone had the opportunity to cry, and long before Georgina got to take out the whips and handcuffs, Chuck's phone rang out. He clearly recognized "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado as the ring tone Blair had chosen for herself, so he dove for his bedside table before Georgina could get her grimy little hands on it.

Quickly catching on to Chuck's desperation reaching the phone, Georgina attempted to grab it back from him. In her head, she slapped herself for leaving Blair's phone with her. Of course she would eventually find a way to use it.

Before she could get a hold of Chuck's phone, however, he pressed the speaker button and flung it across the room. He pinned Georgina back on the bed with all his weight as a precautionary measure.

"Chuck?" Blair's voice filtered into the room.

Chuck tried to respond, but Georgina bit his arm first, so all he said was, "Fuck!"

"Chuck, are you okay? What's going on?" She sounded very worried and upset. Chuck's heart melted a little. Also, he was going to kill Georgina.

"What's going on is that your little lover boy and I—" Georgina began, but Chuck quickly covered her mouth to keep her from continuing.

"Blair, I'm fine. Just taking care of Georgie. Where are you? Are you okay?"

Blair's sigh of relief was audible. "I'm fine. I'm just tied up in my room. Dorota's gone. If you hurry, though, you might find me in a very interesting position…"

"I'll be right there, I swear," Chuck replied, not getting off of Georgina. He wasn't going to risk her leaving his sight until he was well on his way to get Blair.

"Chuck… I'm so sorry about today. Really. I didn't mean anything I said. I just wanted you to talk to me first."

"And I'm sorry about stuff I said. And about the bodyguard." But of course he only said that last part so that he could gloat.

"Ugh, I know. You were right," she almost giggled. Then she took a deep breath. "And… I do want to be with you. I do. I'm just scared."

Chuck's entire face broke out into a smile, the likes of which had not been seen for several years. "And I hope you know I want to be with you. And I want everyone to know about it."

Georgina licked his hand so that he would let her speak. "Can we please wrap this up before I vomit?"

Blair scoffed. "Please tell me you're murdering her as we speak. I'll see you soon." And with that, she hung up.

The second he got off the phone with her, Chuck grabbed his jacket and started heading out the door. "Make yourself at home," she said to Georgina with a fake bow in her direction. "If you try to leave this room, I'll make sure security has you arrested. Unless you want to jump out the window and kill yourself."

"Not so fast," she replied as she put her shirt back on. "If you go back to her, I'm going to be forced to unleash your little sister's big secret."

Chuck stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face her. Was Georgina threatening to use whatever she had on Serena—that thing that was so terrible, she refused to even tell him about it? What could she possibly have against Serena? Aside from too much drinking and partying, Serena was practically a saint.

"I don't believe you have anything that could really hurt her," Chuck challenged. "I think you're just preying on her ridiculous fears of looking bad in front of Humphrey."

Georgina grinned. "Well, why don't you see for yourself?" She taunted, producing a USB drive from her purse and handing it over to him. "It's quite a show. An aphrodisiac, if you're into the sort of thing that's on it. And I know you, of all people, are very much into that sort of thing."

Chuck blanched, but took it from her, anyway. "If you show anyone what's on this, so help me God, I will destroy you."

Georgina shrugged. "I'll give you a day or two to think it over. If want me to keep Serena's reputation intact and free of jail time, though, you'll give your little princess back to some knight who is truly deserving of her purity."