Conscience and Unconsciousness by pontmercy44, a Reylo Audiobook

Chapter 10 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

Rey woke up to a sense of panic she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager.

As a teenager, she’d gotten drunk, lost her virginity, and hadn’t used a condom. She’d also gotten very lucky – her period had come a week and a half later. Back then, she’d chalked her mistake up to inexperience. She’d assumed he would take care of it. She’d been a little unsure of the mechanics of how to even put a condom on. She hadn’t known how to broach the subject.

Last night, there had been no good way to broach the subject. Engaged, monogamous, in love people didn’t use condoms. Ben hadn’t offered, or asked.  He’d probably assumed she was using birth control, because of course she would be, if they were engaged and she didn’t plan on giving him the first of his at-least-three children.

Seeing as they weren’t actually engaged, she certainly didn’t plan on that.

Chapter 9 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

There were no lights on in Ben’s apartment when the lock clicked behind them. Rey stood, awkwardly, by the door, not quite sure where the light switches were. She heard Ben set the box down, and she almost tripped on it.

“Easy.” In the dark, Ben steadied her on her feet, his hands a reassuring brace on her ribs. Then, he kissed her, wrapping his arms slowly around her body and hunching over her. Rey felt her back bend to accommodate his height, and thought it might break, along with her resolve.

“Ben…” She realized she said his name a lot, with varying degrees of helplessness. She felt helpless around him. Helpless to tell the truth.

“Stay right there.” His voice was husky and she felt the words against her lips, rather than heard them. He disappeared in the dark, and Rey toed the box, nervously.

Chapter 8 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

Ben was hovering at the bathroom door when she emerged, guiltily. She wasn’t quite sure why she felt guilty – her relationship with Finn was platonic, and her relationship with Ben was, well, fictional. He was dressed, his hands planted on his jeans-clad hips. It was an accusatory stance, one she imagined parents assumed when their teenagers stayed out late.

“I guess you don’t have as much of a one-track mind as I thought.” Rey joked, lamely. She’d half-expected him to still be naked.

Chapter 7 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

Ben’s windows were doubled-paned and he had air conditioning. Both, little luxuries in New York. Those amenities stifled the noise of the city – as much as they could, on a weekday – and Rey slept in. Normally, she woke up to the insistent buzzing of her cheap, plastic alarm clock. She slammed it off with unnecessary force and it flew across her tiny apartment. She associated the smell of it with coffee and hash browns and flickering neon lights – time for work.

Chapter 6 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

“Are you sure you don’t want to come home with us for a few days?” Leia fretted, as Ben painstakingly bent over to tie his shoes. He was in jeans and a t-shirt – clothes Rey had never seen him in before. She’d only ever seen him in a tailored suit or in a state of undress. Jeans made him look young – among other things. “Rey, sweetheart, you can stay, too.”

Chapter 5 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

“Do you need me to bail you out?” Finn got right to the point when he answered the phone. Rey exhaled heavily, walking slowly down the street and clouding the surface of her cell phone in the chilly January air.

“No.”

“They didn’t call the police?”

“No.” She didn’t elaborate.

Chapter 4 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

“I have amnesia?” Ben asked, brow creasing under his overgrown hair.

“He has amnesia?” Leia’s voice pitched upwards, with panic.

“Amnesia?” Han sounded skeptical.

“Amnesia?” Rey narrowed her eyes...

Chapter 3 of Conscience and Unconsciousness by PontMercy44

“Mrs. Solo!” Rey heard the name echo down the dim, empty hospital hallway, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t realize the nurse was talking to her wasn’t until he bellowed, louder, far too loud for a five o’clock in the morning, “Mrs. Solo!”