A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry it's been SO long since I last updated! School has been pretty crazy these past few weeks, so I apologize. I'll try to update more regularly after this. This chapter is a little more fluffy then the others. It's still a sexcapade of course, but there's more of a focus on the story leading up to the sex. After two episodes of GG with no CB scenes, and now this month-long hiatus (I'm not sure if I'll survive), I needed to let out some of my more romantic Chuck and Blair fantasies. Hopefully you guys don't mind. I'll try to update again this weekend, and the next chapter should be a return to the more traditional dirty sexcapades... Just curious, which chapter of this story did you like the best? Because I'm trying to think of more ideas to keep this going, and I figured I could write more chapters like the ones you guys especially enjoyed. Also, if anyone has any suggestions for any scenarios they'd like to see, please let me know, and I'll see what I can do to include them! Alright, now that I've rambled on for long enough, here is Chapter 15! Please read and review!

Chapter 15

"I will come here next year," Blair said with determination as she and Chuck strolled across the beautiful Yale campus. Although she was still months away from receiving what she had decided absolutely MUST be an acceptance letter, Blair had been desperate to return to the campus again. It hadn't taken much to convince Chuck to accompany her - okay, so maybe she had asked him to come immediately after giving him the best blow job of his life - and they had decided to make a weekend of it. Blair had stopped by Dean Berube's office that morning, and without the distraction of Serena's infuriating natural charm, he had warmed to her, and even suggested that she join him and his wife for dinner at their home that night. She was on her way to the Berube residence right now, and Chuck had offered to walk with her, insisting that dinner with the Dean was more important than the plans he had made for their dinner.

"Yes, you will," Chuck said confidently, and Blair smiled at him.

"I'm really sorry about dinner," she repeated for the fourth time.

"I told you, don't worry about it," he insisted. "I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me later." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and she playfully feigned disgust.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much."

"Seriously though, what are you going to do while I'm at dinner?" Blair asked.

"I'll find ways to entertain myself. There's a bar a few blocks away that my father suggested I visit. Apparently it has the same feel as Victrola."

"Okay." They had arrived at the dean's house. "Text me the address, and I'll meet you there." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "Thanks for walking me."

"Of course. Good luck. You'll be incredible," he reassured her, squeezing her hand. She smiled at him gratefully before turning and dashing up the steps to the front door.

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Two hours later, Chuck was seated at the bar his father had recommended, sipping on a scotch. His father had good taste (as all Bass men did) - it was a pretty classy place, and it did remind Chuck of Victrola. Minus the burlesque dancers, of course. He was getting a bit bored, but he didn't think Blair would be at dinner for much longer. He hoped that the Dean appreciated how amazing she was. Sometimes, when she got nervous, it was hard to tell, but if anyone deserved to go to Yale, it was Blair Waldorf.

Chuck heard the door open, and loud male voices filled the bar. He looked up, and he felt his stomach drop as the entire Skull and Bones Society sauntered in, clearly drunk already. He hadn't exactly ended his last visit on good terms with them, and he imagined they were probably still pretty pissed off that he had sent them after Dan instead of Nate. He debated trying to slip out before they saw him, but came to the conclusion that Chuck Bass was not one to back away from a challenge. He could handle these idiots.

"Chuck Bass?" a slightly slurred voice said, and in spite of himself, Chuck looked over at the young man who had spoken. It was Anthony, the leader of the society. "I didn't think you'd show your face around here again."

"Is that so? Because the last time we spoke, I believe we established that I own you," Chuck sneered, setting down his drink and standing up.

"I'm not afraid of you, Bass," Anthony said, advancing towards Chuck, his friends on his heels.

"You should be," Chuck replied in a warning tone.

"Actually, it's you who should be afraid of us. After we're through with you, I don't think you'll ever want to cross us again." Suddenly, two of the other guys were at Chuck's sides, pinning his arms behind his back.

"Let go of me, or I swear I will make you regret this," Chuck said in a dangerous voice.

"I'd like to see you try," Anthony snarled, before pulling back his fist and punching Chuck squarely in the jaw. Chuck let out a grunt of pain, struggling in vain to free himself from the grip of the two men holding him. Anthony punched him again, first on the nose, then on the eye, before sinking his fist into Chuck's stomach.

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When Blair left the Berubes' house nearly two hours after having arrived there, she was practically glowing. Dinner had gone even better than she had hoped, and there was now no question in her mind that she would get in. She couldn't wait to tell Chuck all about it. He had texted her the address of the bar, which was only a few blocks away, and so she set off immediately, walking as fast as her heels would allow her to.

She arrived at the bar ten minutes later, and when she stepped inside, she was met with a sight that caused her mouth fall open in horror. Chuck was being held back by two burly young men as a third man punched him in the stomach. He was doubled over in pain, blood dripping from his nose, an expression of the purest loathing on his face as he looked up at his attacker. Then his eyes fell on Blair, and his expression softened slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Blair cried, running forward and grabbing Anthony's arm.

He looked down at her in surprise, and Chuck hissed as Anthony's eyes raked over Blair's body appreciatively. "We're teaching this douchebag here a lesson," he said cockily. "You see, no one messes with Yale's elite." He flashed Blair a winning smile, but faltered when he saw the look of disgust on her face. "Why are you so upset, do you know this guy or something?"

Blair was about to say that yes, she knew him, and that he better the stay the fuck away from her boyfriend, when another (and rather ingenious, if she did say so herself) idea occurred to her. "No," she scoffed, tossing a convincing glare in Chuck's direction. His eyes narrowed, and he looked confused, but he said nothing. "I was just wondering what your reason was for beating him up. But now I get it," she said, beaming at Anthony. "Lessons need to be learned, after all," she murmured, running her hand up Anthony's arm.

"They do," he replied, swallowing. Chuck was practically shaking with rage at the way Anthony was devouring Blair with his eyes.

"It's pretty sexy how you punched this asshole out," Blair purred, stepping closer to Anthony and placing a hand on his chest. She prayed that Chuck understood what she was doing. "But do you think you could let him go now? For me? I'd like to borrow you for a little while." She licked her lips, letting her hand drift closer to his crotch.

"Y-yeah, of course," Anthony stuttered. "Let him go," he ordered, and the two men released Chuck. He stood hesitantly in place, wondering what Blair was going to do next. He didn't want to ruin her plan by acting out. He knew she was doing this to save his ass, but he couldn't help himself from feeling jealous at the way she was practically throwing herself at Anthony. He wanted to pull her back to his side, to claim her, before this asshole so much as touched her. "So, where are we going?" Anthony choked out, placing a hand on Blair's hip. Chuck's hands curled into fists.

"We aren't going anywhere," Blair hissed, her tone suddenly menacing. "You are going to stay here and find a way to deal with the extremely conspicuous boner you already have. And I am going to leave with my boyfriend, who, for the record, is fully capable of destroying you. Good night." And with that, she lifted up her knee and slammed it directly into Anthony's crotch. He let out a yelp and bent over in pain as Chuck grabbed Blair's hand and pulled her out of the bar. His limo was waiting just outside, and they had scrambled into it and were safely speeding away before any of Anthony's friends could come after them.

"Thank you," Chuck said softly, not looking at Blair. He was deeply grateful to her for what she had done for him, but he was also embarrassed that he had needed her to come to his rescue. Chuck Bass didn't need to be saved - he could take care of himself. He was ashamed that Blair had seem him in a position of such weakness.

"You're welcome," Blair replied, placing her hand on his and sliding closer to him on the seat so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. She knew from the way he was avoiding her gaze that he was embarrassed. Chuck hated to need anyone, and she was sure that he would be tortured by the knowledge that she had seen him getting his ass kicked. He probably assumed that she would think less of him, or something ridiculous like that. "Who were those guys?" she asked quietly.

"Skull and Bones," he growled. "They're still angry about what happened the last time we were here."

"You mean the way you completely owned them?" Blair said, hoping she could boost his ego a bit. She was pleased to see a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, that."

"How very original and brave of them to deal with that by ambushing you at a bar," Blair scoffed, her voice indignant. "They clearly don't know who they're dealing with."

"They still managed to kick my ass," Chuck said bitterly.

"Well, I think you'll agree with me when I say total social destruction has a more lasting effect than a few punches," Blair said, and Chuck finally smiled.

"I suppose it does." He smirked to himself as he thought of the incriminating photos he had stored on his laptop. No one messed with Chuck Bass and escaped being destroyed. Except for Blair Waldorf, that is - but he kind of liked it when she messed with him.

Blair snuggled closer to him, placing her chin on his shoulder and looking up at his battered face. "You know, you look pretty sexy with those bruises," she purred, and Chuck instantly forgot all of his plans for the destruction of the Skull and Bones Society. Those could wait.

"Do I?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Almost as sexy as Anthony did when he punched me?"

"Almost," Blair murmured, pressing her lips to his. "Do they hurt?" she asked.

"A little," Chuck lied. In truth, they hurt like hell.

"Maybe I can fix that," Blair suggested, kissing him again.

"I think you probably can," he breathed. The limo came to halt outside of their hotel, and they clambered out, moving as fast as they could with Chuck in his current condition. When they reached their room, Chuck collapsed on the bed, and Blair crawled on after him.

"Where does it hurt?" she asked, straddling him gently, careful not to rest her weight on his stomach.

"Everywhere," he groaned. He didn't see the point anymore in pretending not to be in pain if this was how Blair was going to react to his injuries. He certainly wasn't going to stop her from playing nurse in her own very enjoyable way.

She lowered her head and kissed him, letting her lips graze over the bruises under his eye, on his nose, and on his jaw. "How does that feel?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice, and he was reminded yet again of why he loved her.

"Amazing," he sighed.

Blair smiled, then began placing gentle kisses underneath his jaw and on his neck. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it apart and easing it over his shoulders and off. Her hands slid over his arms as she kissed his shoulders and chest. Sliding down lower on his legs, she pressed her lips to the place where Anthony had punched him in the stomach. He winced slightly at the contact, but she was so gentle that it barely hurt at all. "How's that?" Her warm breath made his skin tingle.

"Incredible." His eyes rolled back slightly as her tongue glided over the skin just above the waistband of his pants. Then she reached for the button and tugged them off before standing up and discarding her own dress on the floor. She crawled on top of him again, placing her knees on either side of his hips, and he sat up so that their torsos were pressed together. His hands found their way to her hips, then slid up her body to her bra. Unhooking the clasp, he allowed it to fall away, and he pulled her closer to him, relishing the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. He managed to get her panties off as well, and soon her entrance was poised at his tip, practically dripping on his throbbing cock. She slid on to him, and her fingers pressed into his back as she let out a small gasp. He filled her completely, hitting that same sweet spot that only he could reach.

Wincing, he lay her down on the bed and repositioned himself so that he was above her. It hurt to thrust, so he went slowly, but soon the feel of her tight, wet pussy clenching around him became enough to drive all thoughts of pain from his mind. He moved a little faster, pumping into her until she reached her climax, her red lips forming into a perfect "O." With a few more thrusts, he was there as well, his forehead falling against her shoulder as he emptied himself inside of her.

He rolled off of her and on to his back, breathing heavily. The pain that had seemed to temporarily disappear was slowly creeping back. Blair propped herself up on her elbow and began leaving soft, soothing kisses all over his body once again. Chuck sighed in contentment. Lying beside Blair, it didn't really matter anymore that he had had his ass handed to him by couple of Yale assholes. She made him feel like more of man than Anthony and his friends would ever be.