Note: For the next couple of chapters I will be only writing about the years Reid and Anastasia spent together to finally when she was kidnapped and things started getting ugly.
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14 years ago…
She left an hour after that. Her brother called her and told her to come home. With another dozen kisses, Anastasia pulled away and slipped him her number. Apparently she had just gotten a phone connected just to her and she wanted him to call tomorrow.
"Bye," he whispered as she ran off into the night.
"Who was that?" his mother asked. "No one mom…the doctor said that you shouldn't be drinking!" he exclaimed as she picked up a bottle of Jack.
"Awh honey, leave me alone," she said and went back to her room.
From that night on, Anastasia became Spencer's escape. It was okay to be smart. And when he explained stuff to her, she took it in and a while later proved she had been listening.
Of course there was that fact that he didn't know how to go on dates.
"You've never been on a date." She stated one afternoon on the phone.
"No," he answered. He heard her sigh.
"Looks like I have to take you on one." She said.
"Yeah it looks like that," he laughed. Anastasia laughed and told him she would be there soon.
They went to see a movie and fed each other popcorn, walked past all the casinos and hotels and bars. For the first time Spencer was confident. Here was this beautiful girl in his arms. He was 14 and on a date. He was cool!
And it ended at his place. She stayed for a bit, gave a kiss and told him to call her.
It went on like that for the whole summer. But what Spencer failed to realize was that it was pretty much an only a summer fling.
"Spencer, I need to talk to you." She said one day. They were in the middle of a chess game and he was winning.
"What is it sweetheart?" he asked, making his move. Anastasia just stared at him.
"You're going to be a sophomore in college. And I'm going to be a freshman in high school. What if someone else comes along?" she asked.
"Someone else?" Spencer repeated. Seeing himself with someone other than her just did not exist in his mind.
"It's high school. There will be other boys." She said.
"Please, you know everyone at that school. It's a small one. And none of them," his voice raised, "NONE of them, will ever and I mean ever deserve you,"
Tears rose in Anastasia's eyes. "Is there someone else?" he asked.
"No! There's no one else but you! I just don't want you to feel tied down if some hot college girl sees the beautiful person you are!" she said quickly. Spencer grabbed her hand and looked at her.
"Baby, Anastasia, don't you get it? I love you."
"Oh my gosh," she gasped. "What?" Spencer asked. Anastasia flung herself at him devouring his face.
"I love you too!" she squealed.
He repeated it to her day after day under the cooling sun as fall approached. He kissed her and let his hands go crazy over her body.
And one day in his bed, something strange happened.
They were making out. Yes, Spencer Reid was making out. She was lying on the bed and he was on top of her, her legs actually wrapped around his lower body and binding him. He played with her hair and traced her body figure. He kissed and kissed. And suddenly his hand went under her shirt.
Anastasia's breath hitched. But the kissing never stopped. His hand was in control. Spencer couldn't fight what it wanted. It went up and he felt the hard wire that kept her womanly chest in place. First his hand went over it and he squeezed. She moaned like crazy and they continued to kiss. He then went under the bra cup and for the first time in Spencer's like, he knew what a breast felt like.
It wasn't awkward when he took it out and when they stopped kissing. They were 14, they were curious. And they loved each other. For a long time, they lay in his bed laughing and talking about light and heavy things until dusk came and it was time for her to go home and sleep.
"You're going back tomorrow." She said, gathering her purse.
"You're starting school tomorrow." He said, picking up a book.
"I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss my boyfriend, my college boyfriend." She giggled and kissed him. Spencer smiled with pleasure.
"Well, I'm going to miss my princess." He said.
"Promise me you're going to come back on your white horse. Promise me when you come back you'll still be my prince."
"I promise," he said. They talked for a bit and just as she was about to leave she turned and said, "By the way, I think you should go ahead with Mathematics, get a PhD and you'll find me falling in your arms."
When Spencer arrived at school he immediately started to pursue Mathematics and when he started to get bored, he took a class for Psychology.
Spencer took nine classes per day due to his super genius skills and completed all of them with flying colors. He came home with a PhD and a BA for the courses.
But she wasn't there.
"Her papa took her back to Moscow for her 14th birthday!" the maid yelled at him. He went back home and tried calling her.
But she wouldn't pick up…
"You got a visitor," his mother slurred. Spencer told her to go back to sleep and went to the door where stood Anastasia. She had not grown taller but her hair was longer. Her skin was paler.
"Hey baby," she said. Spencer ran to her, sweeping her off her feet and bringing her to his bed, starting a long waited make out session. He pointed to two degrees on his wall.
"I came back with a PhD in Mathematics." He said. Anastasia stroked his hair.
"You listened," she said. They were entwined, in their love.
"What am I going to do when I'm finished with college?" he asked.
"Work for the government." Anastasia suggested.
"Nah," he said. "No, I'm telling you, you can be like a secret agent. They have to be smart!" she exclaimed. Spencer laughed and just kissed.
"What classes did you take this year?" he asked.
"Honors of course," she giggled and nuzzled her nose against his neck.
"Please tell me you're in choir." He said.
"Nope," she told him.
"But you have the best voice I have ever heard." Spencer said.
"My daddy didn't want me to take it. I'm not allowed to be dumb like my mommy." Her voice cracked.
"No, you're not dumb. Singing is not dumb." Spencer said as she cried in his chest. His eyes caught something hidden under her bracelets. Looking in her eyes, Spencer removed the bracelets.
And there was four finger shaped bruises.
"Why don't you call child services?" Spencer whispered. Tears ran down her face.
"I can't do that to my daddy. He loves me. He was angry that night. It was my fault, I accidently spilt something on his papers." She said in a hurried fashion. Spencer shushed her and nodded.
"If something like this happens again, you need to tell someone." That night it was quiet.
The next day, Spencer went walking early and met up with a chess team member he remembered two years ago.
"So…Anastasia Vasile I heard," Jeff laughed.
"Yup, we've been together for some time, a year or two." He answered. Jeff shook his head.
"I cannot believe you, out of all people, are banging the hottest thing at the school."
"Banging?"
"You know, hitting it,"
"Hitting? No, I don't hit her."
"I mean you're gettin' some"
"Getting some what?"
"Action?"
"I don't take karate…"
"That you are…you know…having sex with her."
"No, we are not sleeping together."
"Bull,"
"I'm not kidding."
"But have you failed to realize how bad guys want to tap that ass?"
"Tap her ass?"
"How many guys want to sleep with her?"
"She is attractive."
"You're not worried that she might sleep with some football player?"
Spencer was silent.
"Spence, man, as your friend and fellow chess buddy, you need to sex her up."
"She's coming over today."
"Then HIT IT."
"Don't I need….I don't know, protection!?" Reid burst.
"Here," Jeff said and handed him five condoms.
"I put this on my genitalia?"
"Don't say genitalia, just say 'junk'"
"I put this on my 'junk'"
"Yeah"
"That's so weird."
By the way, next chapter won't be up until...Saturday night? Or Friday? I will be on vacation with no access to a computer.
But the next chapter will have nice hot and heavy (wink) action between Anastasia and Spencer. It won't be 'explicit' but it will. As in I won't be saying 'penis' or 'clit'. It'll be much more appropriate than that. I will say 'rocking hips back and forth'. Hope that's okay. And btw their love scene is supposed to be sweet.
Review and you'll get more strange conversations about Spencer's junk! That was dirty...
