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It was late at the police station. Everyone had gone home or was out on patrol. And Porter and Blair were taking full advantage of that.
Currently, Blair was on her back on Porter's desk, legs wrapped around her captain as he drove into her. Porter had her wrists pinned down on either side of her head, and his tongue wrestled with hers as he kissed her deeply. Blair moaned into his mouth as he started thrusting harder. The desk shook, and a stack of case files went tumbling to the floor.
"Fuck, Blair," Porter growled into her ear. "How is it possible that you're still as tight as a virgin?" Blair gave him a sexy smile.
"And how do you feel even bigger every single time?" Porter grunted and pushed Blair further across the desk, adjusting his angle. He slowed his thrusts and brought his face close to Blair's.
"I'm never letting you go, hon," he said with a grin. "I hope you know that."
"I know." Blair leaned up and kissed him. "Now, for the love of god, make me cum." Porter smiled before he started slamming into her.
"Oh, GOD," Blair screamed. Her whole body started contracting, writhing beneath him. She strained against Porter's hold on her wrists, but he wasn't releasing her any time soon.
"UHH, UHH, UHH." Porter started grunted rhythmically. They were both being louder than usual - much louder than they should've been at the station. But they were so wrapped up in each other, they'd gotten careless. They forgot they should be keeping it down.
And, apparently, they forgot they should've locked the door.
"Porter, what the fuck is..."
Horrified, Porter and Blair froze as the door to his office came bursting open.
"SHIT." Porter pulled out of Blair and turned, struggling to pull his pants back up. Blair, still on her back, tilted her head to see who'd walked in. And Blair was staring, upside down, at the Commissioner - James Yost.
Blair let out a yelp and slid off the desk, diving under it so she could put her jeans back on. Porter had managed to get dressed and slowly turned back to face the Commissioner. His face was beet red and his arms were crossed. Blair had never seen Porter so flustered in her life.
"Get out, right now," Yost growled at Porter. "Wait outside." Porter shot a terrified look to Blair before hurrying out of the office. Blair was dressed now, but she was still too scared to emerge from her hiding spot.
"Anderson, I know that's you down there," Yost said. Blair sighed and slowly rose from beneath the desk.
"Sit," he said sternly, pointing to the chair across from Porter's desk. Blair, eyes down, walked over and sat down. Yost sank down into the chair beside her. He stared at her in silence.
"Be straight with me, Anderson," Yost said. His tone was far gentler than she'd been expecting. "Did he force you? Coerce you? Promise you big cases if you put out?" Blair stared at him, her mouth hanging open.
"What?" It was all she could say.
"Did he force himself on you?" Yost asked again, slowly.
"No!" Blair said quickly. "God, no." She sighed. "Sir...we're in a relationship. A consensual relationship."
Yost let out a frustrated grunt.
"Fuck, Anderson! That's almost worse." Blair said nothing as he took a few deep breaths.
"How eryaman escort bayan long has it been going on?"
"About eight months," Blair admitted. Another grunt from Yost.
"You know the rules, Anderson. You two can't be together and work together. Either you break up, or someone's losing their job." Blair opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"Alright, you can go," Yost said. "Send Porter in." Blair quickly got up and exited the office. She found Porter pacing nervously outside.
"It's bad," Blair said to him. She felt her eyes suddenly tearing up.
"Hey." Porter grabbed her shoulders. "Try not to worry, okay? I'll talk to him. I'll take all the blame. Don't worry," he repeated.
***
The next day, Yost's words were still flying around Blair's head.
"Either you break up, or someone's losing their job."
She had no idea how Porter and Yost's talk went, but the plan was for Porter to fill her in over dinner. And though Porter insisted they'd find a way to work things out, Blair didn't think there was a good solution.
She didn't want to give up her job. What would she do? She always wanted to be a detective. She had no other profitable skills. She didn't want to start over as an almost thirty-year-old woman.
But she didn't want Porter to give up his job, either. He'd had a long, successful career. He'd worked hard for it. And, most importantly, she didn't want him to grow to resent her if he resigned and their relationship didn't work out.
So when Blair went to Porter's house for dinner that night, her mind was made up. They were going to have to end things. It killed her, but it was the only option.
"Hey, hon." Porter gave her a big hug as she stepped into his house. "You doing okay?"
"No," Blair said with a little laugh.
"Come on. Let's have some wine and we can talk." Porter led her to the kitchen and poured her a glass. Blair took a big gulp.
"So, I'm sure Yost told you that one of us has to resign," he started. Blair nodded.
"I've been thinking a lot about it," she said. "And I think there's really only one solution." Blair bit her lip and tried to hold back the tears. "We need to break up."
"What?"
"Port, I know what you're gonna say. You're going to offer to resign, and I can't let you do that. I can't let you throw away your career for me. Yes, I love you, and I don't want to end things. But it's only been eight months. It's too soon to be making life-altering moves for each other..."
"Whoa, Blair," Porter said, putting up his hands. "Slow down." Blair stopped and looked up at him.
"First of all, it's not too soon to be making life-altering decisions for each other," Porter said. "I know you might not have thought I was serious last night, but I meant it when I said I'm not letting you go. I love you, Blair. And I want a life with you.
"And I...I wasn't going to offer to resign," he said, suddenly unable to make eye contact. "I was going to suggest you do it." Blair blinked.
"Me," she repeated flatly.
"Think about it," he said. "I make more money. I can support both of us. You can move in." Blair's mind worked slowly through his suggestion. She was just so caught off-guard.
"And what would I do?" etimesgut escort Blair asked. "If I quit the force, what new job would I get?"
"Well, maybe you wouldn't get one," Porter said with a shrug. "We could get married, start a family. You could stay home with the kids."
Blair felt her blood getting hot. She took her time before responding, trying to breathe through the rage the was bubbling inside her.
"So you want me to quit my job - the job that I love," Blair said slowly, "to become a fucking housewife?" Her anger surprised Porter.
"Hold on," Porter said. Blair could see his jaw muscles clenching. "Don't get upset. I'm just trying to think this through logically..."
"Wow!" Blair stood angrily. "I can't believe this whole time you've been some secret misogynist, waiting to spring this on me." She knew she was being overdramatic, twisting his words, but she was just so enraged at this suggestion.
"Here I was thinking you were about to sacrifice your job for me," Blair said as she stormed down the hall towards the front door. "But instead you want me to sacrifice my entire life to pop out your fucking babies!"
"Holy shit, you're blowing this way out of proportion!" He shouted back, chasing after her.
"This is so over," Blair yelled, angry tears streaming down her cheeks. "We were idiots, Porter. There was never anything real between us! It was just good sex."
"How can you fucking say that?!" Porter grabbed her arm to stop her from walking out the door.
"Let go of me!" Blair tried to yank her arm away from Porter's gasp, but he wasn't letting go.
"No! I'm not letting you leave until you've calmed down and we can have a fucking rational conversation like adults."
Blair didn't know what came over her, but suddenly her free hand went whizzing through the air and collided with Porter's cheek. Shocked, he dropped her arm and brought his hand to his red cheek. His eyes filled with hurt, and then anger.
"Is that how it's gonna be?" He asked. Porter grabbed Blair and pushed her against the wall. "We're gonna get rough now?"
"What are you gonna do?" Blair hissed at him. "Fuck me until I'm weak in the knees, begging you marry me? Put your baby in me so I have no choice?"
Suddenly, Porter's mouth came crashing against Blair's. It was a burning hot, mind-numbing kiss. She was instantly reminded of their first angry kiss in his office. And just like the first time, Blair was in shock for a few seconds...before hungrily kissing him back.
Porter's hand went down Blair's jeans and started furiously rubbing her clit. Blair moaned loudly, suddenly reminded that they never got the chance to finish the night before. Blair unbuckled Porter's belt and opened his pants. She reached in and squeezed his dick.
Porter grabbed Blair and guided her backwards towards the kitchen, their lips still locked. He pulled back and yanked off Blair's shirt, expertly unhooking her bra. Porter removed his own shirt before his hands circled Blair's waist and he lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Blair unsnapped her jeans and tried to wiggle out of them. Porter got impatient, grabbed the ankles and pulled them off in one quick motion. Blair pulled down her panties escort elvankent while Porter removed the rest of his clothes. Hard dick in hand, Porter moved in between Blair's wide open legs.
"UUUHHHH," Blair yelled as Porter pushed right into her pussy. Everything was happening so fast, and between the wine she had and all the arguing, it was like Blair's brain had shut off. Was this break-up sex? One last hurrah? Or was this a mutual understanding that the idea of them ending their relationship was ridiculous?
"Fuck," Blair said, wrapping her arms tightly around Porter's neck as he pounded into her. Her ass kept sliding across the smooth, cold countertop. Porter put his hand around her throat and squeezed with just enough pressure to both excite and frighten Blair. Her heart rate shot up as she was forced to breathe more shallowly.
"You're really gonna walk away from me?" He grunted. Porter used his free hand to grab her tit. His fingers pinched Blair's nipple. "You really think you're gonna find someone who fucks you like I do?"
Blair knew the answer was no, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
Suddenly, Porter released her and pulled out. Wordlessly, he grabbed Blair, pulled her off the counter, and got behind her. Porter wrapped his arms around Blair as he pushed her towards the kitchen table.
"I know you're scared, hon," he said. Porter sucked on her neck while his hand moved between her legs. Blair moaned as he shoved three fingers inside her wet pussy. "But I think you know, deep down, you'd love a life with me." Porter pushed her against the table, and a sharp shove between Blair's shoulder blades sent her doubling over the table. He grabbed both of her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her plump flesh. Porter lined his dick up at her entrance again and plunged inside.
"You said that there's nothing between us," Porter continued as he thrust into her. "But I know you felt everything I did. What about our first date at the bar?" Porter slapped her ass and buried his dick completely inside her. Blair squirmed under him, stretched to the max. Porter continued slow, deep thrusts that kept hitting her G-spot.
"What about the wedding? Meeting my mom? What about when you trusted me to fuck your virgin ass?" The next deep thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing over Blair. She gripped the edge of the table and yelled as her pussy clenched around Porter's dick. He moaned through her orgasm.
"What about when you got shot?" Porter started to jackhammer into Blair, his skin slapping violently against hers. "What about when I told you I loved you, and you said you loved me too?"
"You're...right..." Blair panted out as Porter's thrusts became rough and frenzied. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take him spouting off all the good things - it just made everything harder. "It wasn't...just...sex. It was...real..."
Porter leaned over Blair and wrapped his arms tightly around her body. After a few more quick, short thrusts, Blair felt him cum inside her.
"Fuckkkkkk," Porter shouted, grinding his hips hard against her ass as he filled her up. As he recovered, Porter planted kisses all over Blair's back and shoulders and neck. He let out a satisfied sigh, as if he were convinced he'd won. Porter slowly pulled out of Blair. She got up off the table and gathered her clothes from the floor.
"It was real between us, Port," Blair said, walking over to him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him.
"But this didn't change anything. It's over."