When Sabrina wakes up the next morning, it's to the smell of coffee and toast. She wanders out into the living area, finding her father eating his usual breakfast at their small table. He gives her a glance above the magazine he's reading. "Good morning," he greets.
"Good morning," she grumbles in response, grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets. The coffee is still hot, and she gratefully pours herself a cup.
"Do I want to know which of the Solo boys sent the flowers?" he asks.
She knocks the sugar cup over when her hand jerks in surprise, sending sugar granules skidding across the counter. "What?" she asks, whirling around. Her eyes land on a bouquet of roses on the small table by the front door.
She drops the spoon near the spilled sugar in favor of approaching the dozen red roses, her heart thudding with excitement. There is a card tucked amongst the blooms, and she pulls it free. She reads it to herself in her mind, not daring to speak aloud.
"Sabrina,
I am so sorry to have kept you waiting last evening. I was held up with a business contact. By the time I got away, Kylo told me you'd gone. Please, let me make it up to you?
Ben"
His number is written in messy print beneath the sprawl of his signature, and her hands tremble as she sits the card down. Did Ben not know Kylo had tried to bribe her departure? His note makes it sound as if he is unaware of his brother's actions.
Her smile starts small, before stubbornly fighting its way to a large grin. She can't suppress her glee at the idea that Ben is still interested in her. Of course, Kylo's interference might present problems. Should she mention it to him?
"Well?" her dad prompts impatiently.
Sabrina turns back to him, blushing as she tries to keep the smile off her face. "Ben," she answers.
She isn't imagining the disappointment that tinges her father's features as he sits the magazine down to level her with a serious stare. "Ben Solo…"
"Yes," she confirms, feeling defensive.
"I was hoping it would be Kylo…" he says with a sigh. She raises her eyebrows incredulously.
"Kylo!?" she repeats.
"You know Ben's reputation," her father says carefully. "Do you want to get entangled with that?"
"I know he can be a bit of a charmer," she admits offhandedly. Her father gives a derisive snort in response. "I can handle myself," she insists.
"Kylo is at least respectable. He's got a good head for business. If it weren't for him, the Solo Corporation would have gone under without Han," he says. She fights the immature urge to roll her eyes.
"Ben is plenty respectable," she argues.
"Respectably engaged, Sabrina." She bites her lip at the retort, returning to her coffee and stirring it longer than necessary. "Just… use that smart head of yours, please?" he presses. She nods without looking at him.
That Evening
Sabrina spends nearly an hour picking out what to wear, her nerves becoming more and more jittery as the date time approaches. Ben's been texting off and on all day, somehow even finding ways to flirt with her through their messaging. He's talked her into going out to a new bar downtown with a group of his friends, and she counts down the minutes until the knock comes on the door.
She intercepts her father on his way to answer it. "It's Ben," she admits, brushing past him. "We're going out. I might be late getting back."
He gives her a once over, looking pointedly at the short black dress she's decided on. "Sabrina-" he begins.
"I'll be fine, Dad," she interrupts, opening the door. Ben's smile lights up as soon as he sees her.
"Hello, beautiful!" he greets easily, before turning his attention to her father. "Mr. Fairchild, thank you so much for allowing me to take your daughter out."
"I wouldn't use the word allowing-" he starts to grumble in response.
Sabrina gives an exaggerated wave. "Goodnight, Dad!" She pulls the door shut, leaving only her and Ben on the landing above the garage.
"You really do look beautiful," he says softly, grinning. "Thank you for saying yes."
She smiles in return, her heart beating frantically at the close proximity. Even in her heels, he still towers above her, but not in the intimidating way Kylo manages. Ben's face is so open and unguarded, his eyes full of warmth as he holds her gaze.
"Thank you for asking," she replies softly. He takes her hand, his warm and gentle, and leads her down the steps to the Mustang.
Downtown
Though the music is loud, and Ben seems to know everyone at the new hotspot, including the owner, he makes Sabrina his center of attention. Their conversation flows easily, drifting between flirtation and amused banter.
He introduces her to his friends, and she blushes at the way he shows her off. His hand lingers on her back, or lightly caresses her arm or hand. The touches warm her, lending energy to the desire building in her like a fire being stoked.
After a while of circling the establishment, which is packed with excitement for its opening weekend, they drift inside. The night has turned chilly, and even the crowds on the patios don't make it warm enough to stay outside for long.
Ben pulls her close to his side at a booth in the back, amongst some of the friends she's met. She can't keep their names straight, but they are all friendly and entertaining as they share a bottle of tequila. Sabrina watches them down their shots, politely declining any herself.
"You not drinking, Ben?" one asks curiously.
Ben shakes his head. "I've got precious cargo to get home safe," he says, shooting a smirk her way. She smiles shyly in return.
The friend rolls his eyes. "More for us then," he says, draining the last of the bottle into his shot glass. Another man groans across from Sabrina.
"You killed the bottle!" he complains.
"So buy another, Finn. You're rolling in cash since you got in on that startup that blew up last year." He tips his head back, draining the last of the tequila easily.
Sabrina feels it as Ben's body tenses besides hers. Confused, she looks at his face. He is focused on something out across the bar, but she can't see what through the mass of people dancing and mingling.
"Is that Kylo?" the man named Finn asks curiously before slamming his fist down on the table. "Damn, it is! How long's it been since we've partied with both the Solos?" he asks the other friend. He shakes his head, grinning.
Sabrina catches sight of Kylo finally as he gets closer, swallowing nervously as she takes in the way his black shirt clings onto the muscles of his arms, his hair pushed back elegantly from his face. He's accompanied by someone she recognizes, the redheaded man from the bus station.
"Kylo! I can't believe you actually came," Ben greets him when he's within distance of the table.
"Hux got back early and needed a ride," Kylo explains, sliding into the booth when Finn makes room for him. Hux hovers, not sitting down.
"Turns out I'm not welcome at Gwen's place," Hux complains. "I thought she'd be excited I was willing to relocate for her. Instead, she told me to take a long walk from a short cliff."
"You mean the woman who said she'd murder you if she ever saw you again, didn't want you showing up on her doorstep?" Finn asks, voice mockingly shocked. "Who could have known? If only someone warned you!"
"Yeah, yeah…" Hux waves a hand in irritation. "I was going to say next round's on me. You think they've got a break up special?"
A few of the guys laugh, and Hux weaves his way through the crowd towards the bar. When he's out of earshot, Finn turns to Ben. "You owe me. Pay up," he demands.
Ben groans, fishing his wallet out. Sabrina watches as he slams a fifty dollar bill onto the table, sliding it across to Finn. "I've got to stop betting on his love life. When will I learn?"
"Most likely? Never," Kylo retorts, his face serious as he surveys the decorations around them.
"Oh, how I've missed this. You always are such fun to party with, Ky," Ben teases, grinning at his twin. Kylo doesn't return the gesture, instead turning his eyes to Sabrina. She licks her lips, feeling self-conscious at the way his gaze traces over her slowly.
"Nice seeing you again so soon, Sabrina," Kylo says. "You look fit to be ravished."
"Hey, back off," Ben complains. And though he is still smiling, Sabrina feels his arm circle her, his hand coming to rest along her ribs. "I saw her first," he adds playfully.
Kylo's eyes narrow. "Oh? Did you?"
She is relieved when Hux arrives back at the table, interrupting the awkward tension. He's holding a full bottle of liquor, a determined smile in place.
Closing Time
Most of Ben's friends are hopelessly drunk by the time the bar signals last call. Neither Ben nor Kylo drink, but the rest are stumbling their way towards the door. Hux's mood has gone from somewhat upbeat to complete depression with each shot, leaving him wailing pitifully upon their exit.
"There won't be anyone else like her!" he moans, stumbling up the single step off the dance floor.
"You said that about the last three," Kylo points out, sounding annoyed.
"Fuck you," Hux spits angrily.
Ben drops his arm from Sabrina, giving her an apologetic look as he steps closer to the redheaded man. "Hey, man, it's going to be alright," he assures him. "You just need to get home and get some sleep."
Hux nods, before stumbling to a stop. "Who drove me here?" he asks stupidly, looking around at the group.
Kylo grimaces. "That would unfortunately be me."
"Fuck you Ky, I'll walk home," Hux stammers out, resuming his slanted march towards the door and shoving it roughly open. He disappears into the night outside.
"Ben, you're the only person he's gonna listen to," Finn points out reluctantly.
Ben frowns, shaking his head slightly. "I can't, I need to take Sabrina home," he insists.
"I'll get her home. Go make sure Hux doesn't walk himself into traffic," Kylo suggests. Sabrina's heart starts pounding in fear at the suggestion, but when she meets Ben's eyes, she sees he is torn. He wants to make sure his friend is okay, but doesn't want to back out on getting her home.
She takes a deep breath before reassuring him. "It's okay, Ben. Look out for your friend," she tells him, trying to give him an earnest smile.
He looks towards the door once before looking back at her. "Alright. If you're sure," he says uncertainly. She nods, and he presses a quick kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering there a moment longer than necessary. "Goodnight, Sabrina," he whispers, grinning. She smiles back until he disappears out of the door, letting it fall in disappointment once he can't see.
Sabrina tries to keep her distance from Kylo as much as possible without it being obvious, but eventually Finn and the others depart in different directions. She's left to walk alongside the quieter twin, clenching her arms across her chest as she shivers.
"Are you cold?" he asks after a moment. He moves slightly, as if to take off his jacket.
"No," she says quickly. "I'm fine."
She catches his eyes as he gives her a skeptical glance. "Oh, good. I would hate to have to offer you my coat."
His sarcastic tone makes her grit her teeth in frustration. "Good. I would hate to have to take it," she bites back.
The rest of the walk to his car is silent, but she notices he cranks up the heat as soon as he starts the black BMW. He doesn't play music as he drives, unlike Ben. She also notices the way he keeps both hands low on the wheel, as opposed to Ben's one-handed hold at the top. The more she observes them, the more opposite they truly seem to be.
Kylo must notice her watching him, and he slants his eyes at her for a moment before continuing to watch the road ahead. "I apologize for how I behaved the last time we spoke," he says.
She says nothing, turning her head to stare out the passenger window. The lights of downtown are quickly retreating as they approach the city limits.
"I only want Ben to make good choices," he adds, tone of voice unreadable.
She glares at the glass. "And I am not a good choice for him?"
"He's engaged," Kylo reminds her.
"He said it was a business arrangement," she argues, wincing slightly at the desperation in her tone. Why does she care what Kylo thinks? It shouldn't be any of his business.
"Aren't all marriages?" he asks after a moment. She frowns, looking back to him finally. His lips form a slight smirk.
"Perhaps in your world. I'd like to think a marriage should be about passion," Sabrina says uncertainly. His smirk grows into a smile, but somehow it appears both sexy and threatening to her in the dark interior of the car.
"Is that what you're after? Passion?" he asks.
"Well I'm certainly not after fifty thousand dollars," she snaps. He laughs, and it almost sounds genuine.
"Touché."
The Solo Estate
Sabrina gets out of the car the second he puts it in park, making for her doorway, but Kylo calls out to stop her. "Don't you want to wait for Ben?" he asks.
She pauses, looking back at him. "He shouldn't be too long. You're welcome to wait inside," he explains, shrugging.
It is against her better judgment that she finds herself following him into their home, cutting through the garden to enter the kitchen along the side. The bait of seeing Ben for a proper goodnight kiss is too much for her to resist, even as she feels like Kylo has played her.
She lingers near the kitchen door, watching as he crosses the dark room to the fridge, getting a glass of water. He leans back against the dark cabinets, watching her as he drinks.
Sabrina looks away from his intense eyes, surveying the dimly lit dining room beyond. The lights seem to be out in the rest of the house, as far as she can see. "Is no one else home?" she asks timidly.
He sits the glass down, cocking his head slightly as he surveys her. "No. It's just us."
Her heart picks up its pace as she suddenly regrets her decision, wondering if she should make an excuse to leave quickly. She feels irrational panic at the thought of being secluded with him again, for more reasons than their recent history. Kylo walks nearer, his gaze scrutinizing. "Why are you so uncomfortable around me?" he asks quietly, stopping a few feet in front of her.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his eyes steadily, despite her instinct to look anywhere but. "I don't think I like you very much," she replies finally, forcing her voice to sound as strong as she can muster.
His lips quirk upwards, and something mischievous is lurking in his eyes. She allows herself to realize how breathtakingly attractive he is. It is easy to overlook him, next to Ben's charisma and charms. But Kylo is just as striking as his twin, if more ominously so, and she finds her body responding to the proximity as he edges closer to her.
"Do you think that's it?" he asks.
She backs up until she feels the counter behind her, her body feeling like a string pulled taut. She's mortified as she realizes it isn't entirely fear that is taking over her. "I don't know…" she says offhandedly.
"I think it's something else," he says, eyes searching hers.
"Like what?" she breathes. He's so close she can smell the faint hint of his cologne, something deep and pleasant.
Closer still, mere inches separating them, and her heart is going haywire with anticipation. She's confused, his behavior sending her spiraling, as he answers. "I think I excite you."
Sabrina doesn't answer, just draws a shaking breath. "I think a part of you likes this," Kylo says. The look she gives him is pleading, her brain sending out warning signals that make her hands tremble. "Tell me if I'm wrong," he orders.
His eyes are demanding as he searches hers, waiting. She can't answer, she doesn't know if he is right or wrong. It doesn't matter. Kylo surges forward, his lips trapping hers in a kiss that she is surprised to find herself responding to. Her hands raise to him, and her brain urges her to shove him back. But a steady heat is rising within her at the contact, his kissing skilled in a way she hasn't encountered before. She ends up wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies closer.
He withdraws from her lips, and she opens her eyes at the sound of his voice. "I knew it," he says quietly. He lifts her without warning, propping her up on the counter before descending to kiss at her neck, sucking and biting. She flinches at the sensation, knowing it is sure to leave a mark. Her hushed mind is panicking, as she realizes she is letting Kylo mar her neck. What is she doing?
Sabrina jerks as his fingers find the bud of one of her nipples, poking through the material of her dress. She forewent a bra, and the lingering chill makes it easy for him to locate. She gasps as he plays with her, the silky texture of her clothing only amplifying the sensations. His mouth continues to work on her neck, until she finally forces herself to gasp out his name.
"Kylo, wait," she pants. "This isn't- I don't-"
He interrupts her stammering for words, pulling the graze of his teeth from her flesh. "You don't like this?" he asks.
"I…" she wants to confirm. To urge him away from her, to reclaim the space between them. But she can't lie, her body heated and wanting to race forward. "I like Ben," she finally manages.
"Too bad," Kylo says mockingly. "Ben isn't here right now."
He grabs her hips suddenly, pulling her forward until she's balancing precariously along the edge of the counter. Her fingers scramble for purchase, sliding on the granite as she attempts to find a more secure position. He slides his hands down her thighs to her knees, forcing them open roughly to make room for his body in between her legs.
She releases the countertop, his body preventing her from tipping off the edge, in favor of grabbing his shirt in fistfuls. She doesn't know if it's to attempt to restrain him or pull him closer, if closer is even possible. His pelvis is already pressing against hers, her bare thighs forced wide by the silky material of his expensive slacks. Her own dress has been hiked up so far she is certain her panties are exposed.
She gasps when Kylo sinks his hand into the hair on the base of her skull, pulling down to force her chin upwards. It isn't rough enough to hurt, but the action surprises her. His mouth finds hers again, and she's lost in the intoxicating way he kisses. His lips catch hers, caressing and pulling, her pout swollen and tender as she craves more. His tongue teases occasionally, just a flick or brush, his hands holding her firmly in place.
She realizes she's rocked her hips against his more than once when he stops suddenly, pulling back to glance down at where they are pressed together. "Are you wet for me?" he asks, voice rough.
Sabrina swallows nervously at the question, at the fact that he is bold enough to ask it. She's never had a man acknowledge her body's responses, let alone ask about them. Kylo's voice is stern when he grabs her face, forcing her to look up into his eyes. "Answer me," he orders.
"Yes," she admits, feeling the heat of a blush on her cheeks. She's grateful for the room being dark so he can't see her embarrassment. He steps back from her slightly, and she inches back on the surface to find balance, expecting him to undo his pants. Instead she jerks when he reaches up her dress, stroking his thumb along the outside of her panties.
"You're soaked," he observes quietly, his thumb continuing its motion, up and down. She closes her eyes, her head falling back against the cupboard behind her. Her panties are in fact soaked, his touches spreading the moisture along them, dragging it up until he grazes her clit through the thin material.
Sabrina cries out at the contact, unbelievably sensitive already. "Spread your legs wider," he demands, and she complies without thinking, opening as far as she can. She's rewarded when he leans forward to capture her lips again, at the same time he slides her panties aside, two fingers slipping deep inside of her.
Kylo swallows the noise of pleasure that leaves her mouth, his kiss turning hungry as he drives his digits into her in practiced motions. She moans around his tongue when his thumb brushes up over her clit again, in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers inside her. She's close, unbelievably close, and it terrifies her. She's never been this worked up with another person, and the way he's touching her makes her certain she's not going to be able to stay in control.
He pulls back from her mouth, his breath soft and hot against her lips as he hovers near. His fingers withdraw from her core, and she feels him focus his attention back on her clit. She whimpers helplessly, clenching her eyes shut, as each small motion adds to the pleasure building.
"You fucking love this, don't you?" Kylo asks, and she notices that his deep voice is raw, breathy. The sound of it only makes a new tendril of arousal curl tighter in her belly.
"Yes," she cries softly, cringing as she clings onto the edge, embarrassment surging in her at how needy she must look and sound. His fingers move down, rubbing her entrance before tracing back up to swirl around her clit. Up and down, a repeating pattern that keeps her deliriously close as he teases her.
"Has anyone touched you like this before?" he asks. Sabrina shakes her head slightly, eyes still closed, unable to answer him out loud as she gasps for breath, her limbs shaking.
"Have you come for anyone before?" he presses, voice dipping lower still. She shakes her head again, crying out softly as he once again teases her clit consistently. "Open your eyes," he orders.
She forces her lids to raise, finding his black gaze focused on her, watching. "You're going to come for me," Kylo says.
Her legs are trembling as she hangs on just barely, her whole world Kylo's dark eyes and relentless touch. "…please…" Sabrina whimpers softly, barely audible. It feels like defeat, begging to be helpless for him. This is the wrong brother, and yet she's let him touch her as he pleases, and is now asking for more. She moans, a combination of the torturous pleasure mounting and her conflicted embarrassment. He hears it, growling as he lunges forward to invade her mouth with his tongue.
She can barely breathe, his kiss stealing her air and his fingers sending her spiraling into the waves of her orgasm. She lets go with a strangled scream that is claimed by his mouth, hands convulsing on any part of him she can reach to dig her nails into. His kissing turns violent as she bucks and spasms in her pleasure, demanding more from her even as she is out of control.
A sweet, coppery taste floods her tongue as he finally withdraws. He lets her breathe at long last as the peak passes in a lingering buzz of pleasure. Her ears ring, her own gasps strangely amplified to her as she tries to settle her shaking body.
She realizes suddenly that it is blood she can taste, and her mouth drops open in horror as she concludes she must have bit him.
"I'm sorry," she stammers. "I think I bit you-I'm sorry-"
Sabrina finally dares to look at Kylo again, and watches as he withdraws his fingers from her panties, sliding both into his mouth to lick clean. Her mouth falls open even further at the obscene gesture, before he dares to kiss her again. The taste of herself is there, mingling with the metallic tang of his blood. Her greedy body throbs with pleasure at the combination of tastes, something about it making her feel wild and hungry for more.
She reaches for his waist, her hands finding his belt and fumbling at the buckle. He catches them, pulling them away.
"Oh, no," he corrects her. "I'm not going to be done with you tonight, Sabrina." She looks up at him, and the look in his eyes in nothing short of devious.
There is a slamming sound that she recognizes as a door closing. Her eyes widen with horror as Ben's voice meets her ears.
"Kylo? Mom? Anyone home?" he calls out.
Sabrina rips her hands from Kylo's, scrambling to climb down from the counter despite his body still pressing her against it. He doesn't back up or assist her, watching with something like amusement on his features as she attempts to straighten her dress. She pulls it back down, backing away from him to find the kitchen door.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Kylo yells suddenly. "Did you get Hux home okay?"
She throws him a glare, and he returns it with a wolfish smile. Then she's free, shutting the door behind herself and going as fast as her heels allow back towards the garage. She doesn't stop until she's in her bedroom, collapsing onto her bed as her mind spins. What has she done?