Small Author's Note. This and Conversation A take place at approximately the same time on the same day.
To say that Chuck had been displeased with being interrupted was an understatement, but you don't keep Bart Bass waiting when he summons you; even if you are pleasing a delightfully responsive young lady. There had been a lingering kiss; slow, deep, and lazy with a few groans because Blair could taste herself on his lips, but eventually he did have to leave.
He was even more displeased when all his father had wanted was to inform Chuck that he'd be staying in town for the wedding in a couple days. Attention from his father and it takes him away from the only other thing he'd give his right arm for. Especially since after the fact, he'd gotten two texts: one from Blair telling him she was breaking up with Nate as soon as he got to her place and one from Nate telling him he was back in town and wanted to hang out. Torn and conflicted was one way of describing Chuck Bass at the moment. Which might explain why he was now lounging in 1812 with scotch in a glass while he stares at his phone and tries to decide what to text Nate.
The ding of his elevator has him glance up and frown slightly at the brunette getting off. The last person he really wanted to see today was Georgina, but then that was generally when the she'devil decided to appear. He dismissed her automatically, draining the contents of his glass and raising to get another.
"Such hospitality, Bass, for such a good friend. Really now," came the lazy words as she stops near the couch and settles her sunglasses atop her head.
He glances over his shoulder at her with a look that says his mood was wearing a little thin, even with the pleasure of this morning. "What do you want, Sparks?"
She pouts at him as she watches him take his earlier seat on the couch. "I have to have a want to come see my friends?" She settles on her knees next to him, taking his scotch without asking. "I came over to see if there was anything I could do to help you." She takes a long sip, ignoring the dark look he's giving her, before tilting her head as her gaze travels along him. "I heard you took care of a drunk Serena all night and figured you'd be tense, and look, I was right." She flashes him a grin before draining the glass and handing the empty back to him.
He takes it with a soft grumble and stands, getting another for himself and a glass for her because he doesn't want to share. "Drunk Serena isn't all that hard to take care of, though I'm surprised you weren't out with us. Big plans with some boys keep you away?" His tone almost makes light and conversational, like they're talking about the weather, though there's just the softest edge to it that says tread carefully.
Georgina just smiles as she takes her glass and watches him settle again. If there's one thing she knows, it's how to play her friends. "What can I say, I'm in popular demand right now." It's not until after both of them have had a drink of their glasses and his arm is resting on the arm of the couch instead of his lap that she shifts, legs straddling his lap and arms settling around his neck with the tumbler still in one hand. "I'm sure if you missed me was can make it up though," she all but purrs against his ear before nipping none-to gently at his throat.
He can't help the way his heart speeds up a little or the way his body is reacting to her, she knows he likes it hard, rough, and even a little bloody if it's the right girl and she's playing on that. What he can help is her actually doing this to him and her being in his lap. His free hand slides into her hair like he's going to encourage her to do more before he wraps her hair around his hand and tugs her head back sharply. "Quite the contrary, I didn't miss you at all, merely surprised you left Serena alone last night."
Her eyes darken as a smirk settles on her lips at that tug, but then she always did love when he played rough back. "Poor Chuck, left all to his own devices." Her hips shift sharply against his with a darkly murmured, "But I can fix that."
Chuck's breath hitches slightly at that sharp shift, his own hips automatically shifting to match hers because it does feel incredibly good. Though the image of Blair, laying out among the deep purple of her sheets as she writhes in pleasure from his mouth and fingers settles in his head and Georgina isn't nearly comparable to that. Especially not coupled with the knowledge that she was breaking up with Nate, for him. "I don't need you to fix it, Georgie," he answers back as he uses that grip in her hair to tug her sharply out of his lap.
There's the softest whimper from her as she complies with his tugs, though even that whimper from the pain still holds an edge of her liking it and want. "You sure? You can pin me to the wall, take out all your frustrations out on me."
Once she's out of his lap he releases her like she's a poison he wants nothing to do with, watching as she nearly falls off the couch and loses her drink. "Leave, Sparks."
Her eyes darken more but this time, it's out of anger not want and lust. She drains her glass and sets the tumbler down on the table with a sharp clink before standing. "One of these days, Bass, you're going to want me and I'm not going to be around to play." She picks up her purse from where she'd dropped it on the floor and leaves. There's no look back and no more words, just a toss of her hair over her shoulders and her readjusting her sunglasses over her eyes as she gets into the elevator.
Chuck, though, doesn't watch her go. He simply drains his glass and moves to his bathroom to take a shower, already wanting the feel of Georgina off his skin. He'll text Nate after so they can hang out over dinner, maybe smoke a little, and just forget the bad of today.