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Red and blue lights flare up, and Rey’s eyes widen and dart down to the dash. Crap. Crap, crap, crap. She’s going fast, yeah, but she always goes fast on this road; it’s in the middle of nowhere and in the middle of the night. It isn’t like she’s endangering anybody.
The good thing is that she won’t have to worry about paying off the ticket, she thinks, because Unkar is going to kill her dead.
Flipping her turning signal, she slows down and pulls over, mind racing a million miles a minute. Twenty over… that’s got to be an expensive ticket, right? Higher than five over? She hardly makes any money working at the convenience store, and what money she does make, she has to spend on important stuff, like clothes or college applications. She can’t afford this.
A flashlight wanders over to the driver-side window. A gloved hand knocks on the glass. Okay, she thinks. Okay. She just has to be smart about this. She takes a deep breath and rolls her window down.
“Evening, miss.” The flashlight is blinding and all she can see; she puts up a hand to try to peer around it. His voice is familiar, and this is a small town… she wants to be sure she knows who it is before she tries anything. “License and registration, please.”
Nodding, she flips on the overhead, sneaking a glance back towards the officer before grabbing her license from her pocket. Ben Solo. They’ve never met, but she’s heard things about him in town. All the old ladies love him, he won Rookie of the Year after graduating the academy and Cop of the Year most years after that, and apparently everyone thought it was a shame he wasn’t married yet.
She can work with this. She can try, anyway.
Unbuckling her seatbelt, she leans way over the center console, ass in the air as she goes for the glove box. Rey feel silly, but she’s messed around with enough guys to know that they don’t really care all that much and don’t seem to notice if you’re a little over the top.
“Sorry.” She looks over her shoulder at him and tries a smile. From way back here, his face is hard to read. He’s a lot older than her, and she’s worried her usual tricks might not work. “I know it’s in here somewhere.”
After pretending to search through oil change receipts and service records for another minute, she grabs it and holds it in the air triumphantly, bouncing back into her seat with a grin.
“Here you go, sir.” His face is stony as she hands the papers over. If anything, she hates that she has absolutely no idea what he’s thinking.
If it’s not going to work, she wishes he would just give her a ticket already. It’s cold out, and the window being down is letting all the heat escape from her car. He probably doesn’t even notice. His jacket looks real nice and warm.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going, Miss Niima?” Officer Solo folds her registration neatly in half and hands it back. License too. When she takes it, she makes sure their fingers brush together.
“No, sir.” That’s a lie, but how is he going to know? And would the truth make things any better? Rey fakes a sigh and looks down, twisting a piece of hair between her index finger and thumb. She just washed it this morning, so it still smells great. “It’s so late, and I have school in the morning, so when I got off work I just wanted to be home so badly, you know?”
Her voice is stretched into a whine, and she thinks it’s gross, but she knows guys really like the whole damsel-in-distress type thing. She always uses the same voice with Poe when she needs him to cover a shift for her. Always works like a charm.
“Almost eighty. In a fifty-five.” Okay. Maybe it almost always works like a charm.
“I… I guess I didn’t realize.” She frowns and looks up at him. The flirting thing isn’t working out at all, so she’ll settle for pity, if she can get it. He’s supposed to be a great guy, right? Real nice? “I’m just so tired.”
He raises an eyebrow at her, and she knows that she didn’t make the right move. “You know driving tired is just as dangerous as driving drunk, don’t you?”
Crap. Her shoulders sink as she leans against the steering wheel, cradling her forehead in her hands. Tears of frustration are prickling up, and she doesn’t wanna be the girl that sobbed when she got her first ticket. That’d just be embarrassing.
But when she looks up again, he’s not writing her one. His eyes are narrow - not in a mean way, but like he’s thinking hard.
“Get out of the car for me, please.”
Is she under arrest? Can they arrest you for traffic violations? She doesn’t remember that part of driver’s ed, but she was goofing off with Rose for most of it, so maybe she just didn’t hear. “I’m sorry… what?”
He’s patient, at the very least. He doesn’t sigh, or speak rudely, or even have an irritated look on his face. “I said would you please step out of the vehicle?”
Maybe he thinks she’s drunk? And he’s going to make her walk in a straight line? Drunk driving at 12 am on a Sunday doesn’t sound like a normal sixteen-year-old activity, but maybe he has to be careful. It’s fine, she thinks. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Besides the speeding.
The moon’s out, and they’re both illuminated by the lights from his car. The siren casts shades of red and blue across his face as she closes the door behind her, crossing her arms over her chest. She can walk in a straight line, or follow his finger with her eyes, or whatever. It’ll be quick. Which is good… she’s cold.
“Place your hands on the hood of the vehicle.” Maybe she is under arrest. Yikes. She walks around to the front of the car and places her hands on it, trying to decide what would be worse: if Unkar didn’t come pick her up from jail, or if he did. Tough call.
“Do you have any weapons on your person?” Only because he can’t see her face, she rolls her eyes. Yeah, right. She’s got a tiny gun in an ankle holster. What does he think? Rey shakes her head no, but he steps behind her, anyway. “I have to check. Wouldn’t want anybody to get hurt.”
His hands land heavily on her shoulders. Her face shifts to a bright red as he starts to pat her down, his hand clapping roughly around her sides and then each leg.
Rey just keeps staring forward. He has to know she doesn’t have anything on her - she’s sixteen, for Christ’s sake, she’s not driving around strapped, or whatever - but he’s doing it anyway. She wants to get home, crawl into bed, and forget that this ever happened.
Slowly, he straightens up from where he’s crouching by her ankles. His hands don’t leave her waist. Nerves gather in her throat and she swallows them down hard.
But it’s nothing, right? It could still be nothing. He hasn’t done anything really bad.
A part of her wants to ask if she’s free to leave, but asking the question might mean acknowledging the situation - and if she lets the horribly fragile moment sit, there’s a chance that they could both just walk away from it.
“I’m gonna need you to get in the back of the car.” And, just like that, he sends them careening over the edge they’d been just teetering on, crashing towards something terrifying. Something bad.
She whips around to face him, eyes wide, but he’s got her boxed against the hood of the car with one long arm to either side of her body. It’s suddenly hard to breathe, as though his very presence is suffocating; she shakes her head slowly, a silent plea.
“I could always just give you a ticket,” Officer Solo muses, one eyebrow quirked up. “I’ll be sure to get your license revoked. Can’t risk dangerous drivers on the road.”
Oh no - oh no. Without her license, she’ll be trapped: unable to go work, which means no money, which means no college applications, which means never getting out of here. Nobody would pick her up, and Ukar definitely wouldn’t drop her off. Her ability to drive is a lifeline that her freedom clings to.
“You can’t do that.” Rey’s voice comes out a squeak, her stomach twisting into knots as fear starts to creep in.
He just smiles at her, all lopsided. Charming, even. Ben Solo looks every bit the part of good ol’ boy. “I can do whatever I want.”
While she has no idea whether that’s true, she can’t risk it. She gives him a shaky nod and he steps back, thumbs hooking into belt loops. He jerks toward the car with his chin and waits.
The backseat is covered in crap, as usual: one of Rose’s jackets that she’d left behind, a water bottle, notebooks for school, receipts and old exam papers scattered everywhere. She uses her arms to sweep it all onto the floor and climbs in.
All the heat is gone from the car now. She shivers. He walks past the open door, telling her to take off her pants as he goes. She does - she doesn’t know what else to do - and the lights from his car cut out.
Despite all hope that he would, for whatever reason, just go away… he comes back.
The car door slams shut behind him, and all she can think about is how funny he looks, on his knees in the back seat of her car, all hunched over at the shoulders. Like a hermit crab that’s too small for his shell, or something. He plants one big hand on her chest to push her back, the other fumbling with the belt of his uniform.
“Have you ever done this before?” He doesn’t sound sympathetic or sweet - he sounds cold, demanding. Rey chew on the inside of her cheek and shakes her head yes. “Good.”
She watches as he pushes his trousers down his thighs til they bunch up, spitting into his hand and palming at his already-hard cock. He’s no high schooler; her chest tightens as she stares at him.
“Relax,” he says, even though his voice isn’t soothing at all. “The more tense you are, the more it’ll hurt.”
He inches closer, bending over her and lifting her legs so that they rest on his shoulders as he rubs just the tip through her folds. He’s teasing her, she realizes. If she closes her eyes and pretends it’s a different situation, she might be able to enjoy this, but she can’t. It feels dangerous to look away.
Still, as he rubs against her, he brushes past a particularly sensitive spot and she shivers. “There you go,” he purrs encouragingly. One of his arms wraps around a thigh, his thumb finding that same spot to circle as he lines himself up and starts to sink into her.
It stings. Her teeth grit and brows furrow as she lets loose a long, quiet hiss. The friction on her clit helps; she tries to roll her hips into his thumb, desperate to get whatever she can if it means taking her mind off the feeling of him splitting her open.
Once he’s fully seated inside of her, he whistles. “Thought you said you’d done this before?” There’s a pause as he draws back, only to thrust slowly into her again, his eyes closed and head shaking slowly from side to side. “No way you’re this tight and not a virgin.”
She hates him.
She rolls against his hand, anyway.
When she’s adjusted to him, pressure building in her stomach and heat pooling between her thighs, he starts to fuck her. Rey has to reach up, bracing her hands against the car door, to keep from knocking her head against it with each forceful thrust. He grunts like an animal - is an animal - and wraps his free hands around her legs to pull them close to his chest.
The metal of his badge is cold as it presses into the back of her calf. A woman’s scratchy voice squawks from the radio on his shoulder. Rey finally squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on nothing but the feeling of him against her, all desperate and impatient, and the sounds he makes as he thrusts -
Her legs shake violently as she comes undone right beneath him, bucking her hips and wailing. Officer Solo laughs and plants a kiss on her ankle, swearing under his breath.
“Are you on birth control?”
His voice snaps her out of the pleasant haze of orgasm and back to reality. She frowns and nods, but not before she realizes why he’s asking. “But please don’t-”
She doesn’t even get to finish the plea before he groans, both hands moving to her thighs with a bruising grip as he swells and spills inside of her. Rey gasps and presses on his chest, trying to rip her thighs away from him. It doesn’t work. She feels every twitch of his cock, every spurt of cum. His chest heaves beneath her as he settles.
They stay like that for a moment, mostly because he won’t let go. When he finally does slide out of her, he’s silent. He tucks himself back into his pants and opens the car door, letting a stream of cold air back in. Rey shivers.
“You drive real careful, Miss Niima.” The car door slams. His cruiser starts, headlights flipping back on before he pulls away.
Her movements are robotic as she sits up. She’s stiff as she pulls her clothes back on. By the time she gets home, her panties will be stained with him, and she wonders if she can burn them without waking Unkar up. Her body feels sore as she drags herself from the back of the car to the driver’s seat.
She knows that wasn’t right.
She knows no one will believe her.
She uses her sleeve to clear the fog from her windshield and drives home through tears.