Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Cecily von Zeigesar and The CW.

"Georgina Sparks!" Blair exclaimed as she stormed into Chuck's penthouse. Chuck was in his office doing some work when he heard the elevator chime to announce her presence. He hadn't expected to see her that evening as she told him she would have to study that night. She had started NYU just a few days earlier, and already she was turning back into the bookworm she was at Constance. He jumped in surprise when he heard her booming voice. "Georgina Freaken Sparks!" she repeated.

"What happened?" Chuck asked as he dashed out of his office to greet her. She was clearly it no mood for the kiss he wanted to give her.

"You know how that roommate of mine still hadn't shown up even though classes started a few days ago. Well, she suddenly showed up, and it's Georgina, the devil's spawn herself," she snapped.

Chuck's stomach dropped. There were was no one that either of them hated more than her.

"How the hell did that happen?" he exclaimed as he watched her throw her Louis Vuitton clutch across the room in anger. It nearly knocked over a vase full of her favorite flowers that he had given her the previous evening during their dinner.

"I don't care how it happened," she snapped, "I want you to fix it."

"Me!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Your mind is the only one devious enough to pull it off," she explained, "I can pretend to be the cruel, manipulative bitch all I want, but we both know that I'm no match for the great Chuck Bass."

"You took her down the last time we had to face off," he responded.

"With the help of Dan Humphrey," Blair added sarcastically.

"You don't need my help," he tried to assure her as he caressed her chin gently, "When you want, you can be just as evil as I am. I know that as well I as know the sound of your cries of passion."

"If that is your way of trying to seduce me, it's not going to work," she snapped as she tried to brush his hand away, "I am too pissed off right now to even think about that."

"Then by all means don't think," he whispered darkly as his hand caressed her stomach though the silk fabric of her blouse, "I am perfectly capable of doing all the work."

There was something about the way he was touching her that left her feeling raw and totally exposed. He'd never made her feel that before. She'd always felt cherished and beautiful under his touch, but this was different. She realized as he pulled her roughly to him to capture her mouth what it was that he was inspiring, pure lust. The anger she felt towards Georgina was amplifying her desire for him in ways she never thought possible. Her arms and legs wrapped around him immediately as she ground herself against him, the beginnings of his erection pressing against her.

Their clothes melted away. There were faint sounds of fabric tearing and buttons crashing to the hardwood floors, but they were totally irrelevant in that moment as he laid her out on the entryway table, climbing on top of her.

"Chuck!" she gasped as he filled her. She quickly bit down on his shoulder as he thrust into her roughly. This was not the usual pace they were used to. They both knew that she would be sore the next day. His hands on her hips that were holding her tightly would leave bruises. Her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into his back would leave scars. In that moment neither of them cared. All that mattered was reaching the peak as quickly as possible.

"What the hell was that!" Blair exclaimed once they had finally reclaimed a hold on their senses.

"I would say makeup sex, but we weren't arguing," he chuckled, "At least not with each other, and if Georgina is going to inspire those kinds of encounters more often, I'm not so sure that I want to get rid of her."

"Chuck!" she exclaimed as she slapped his shoulder. She couldn't decide if she was offended or amused.

"Seriously, Waldorf, that was so hot," he hissed. "I think I should work on pissing you off more so we can have encounters like that all the time."

"Are you saying that our sex life has gotten boring?" she stated with a slight frown.

"Absolutely not!" he responded convincingly, "I love our sex life, especially the fact that we have it so often, but every now and then it's good to get out of our comfort zone a little bit."

"You're bleeding," she realized as she pulled her hand away from his shoulder to find blood on it.

"It doesn't hurt," he assured her as he inspected her hand. It was shaking slightly at the sight of his blood. She hated blood. He knew it always made her either pass out or vomit. "Come on, Waldorf, let's go wash this off before you . . ." She didn't get to hear him finish his sentence as she slumped over. "Pass out."

If he hadn't been concerned for her well being, he would have found the situation amusing. Instead he picked her up in his arms and carried her into their bedroom and began looking for his smelling salts, a remnant of his hard partying days. Inevitably, he'd come across a companion for the evening that would pass out cold which he needed to get rid of in a hurry. The smelling salts always helped. He also quickly grabbed a wash rag and wet it down so that he could get rid of the blood on her hands.

As he spun around to return to her, he caught the sight of his back in the mirror. Her nails had dug deep. It was going to hurt in the morning. It was irrelevant in the moment, but he'd have to remember to tease her about it.

"Come on, Waldorf, time to wake up," Chuck whispered as he held the salts to her nose. He'd already cleaned the blood off her hands and his back so she wouldn't pass out again.

The salts awoke her senses instantly as she gasped.

"You okay?" he inquired, his eyes conveying the worry he had felt as he covered the salts.

"I hate blood," she responded weakly. He nodded in understanding. "Is your back okay?"

"I'll be fine," he assured her, "I may have a few scars, but it was absolutely worth it . . . Other than showing up, what has Georgina done?"

"Isn't that enough?" Blair exclaimed.

"It's enough to make you angry, but not enough to send one of your precious Louis Vuitton's flying across the room," he chuckled softly.

"Did I really do that?" she gasped in surprise. She had no memory of it.

"What happened?" he pressed.

"She is taking a perverse pleasure in rubbing it in my face that she was your first," Blair explained, her eyes going dark as her anger resurfaced.

Chuck sighed. It wasn't even true. His first time had been with one of the nannies that his father had employed to care for him. Clearly Georgina would have to be dealt with. He couldn't have her rubbing that in Blair's face especially because it wasn't true.

"Can I borrow your PI?" Blair requested, "If you won't help me take her down, at least let me use your resources to get some dirt on the bitch."

"He's all yours," Chuck assured her.

"Everyone has a weakness," Blair mused, "Even Georgina has one. I'm going to find it and get rid of her once and for all."

Chuck merely laughed. Blair was at her best when she was plotting. It was such a turn on for both of them. "And if you need my help, I will," he offered.

"Thank you," she replied as she leaned in to kiss him. "Now turn around and let me see your back. I want to see the damage."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he shook his head, "They're pretty deep, and I can't take you passing out again."

"Turn around, Bass," she commanded. Chuck quickly did an about face to reveal his back to her. She had an audible gasp as she gently touched his shoulders. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," he assured her as he turned around once more as he leaned in to kiss her, "The pleasure was worth the pain."

TBC. . .