1) Kissing
2) Comfort
3)Massage
4) Food
5) Bath
6)Sleep
7) Surprise
Sleep
His apartment always sounded different a night when he was trying to sleep. Tonight it sounded even different as his listened to Aubrey's even breathing as she lay next to him, something that should have made him uncomfortable but it had been a tradition of sorts since he had helped her in her spring semester. She had started having nightmares and although he never knew what about exactly he knew they weren't pleasant. She wasn't very auditory in her sleep but when she was he knew she was in the grips of some demon from her past.
Turning on his side he watched how her auburn hair fell covering a portion of her face as she cuddled into the pillow more than usual, probably seeking body heat, something he wasn't quite ready to give, should it be misinterpreted. He knew she was young but he also knew she wasn't so young that she hadn't sought out carnal pleasure before. Only when he was safely tucked away in his bed, on the verge of sleep, could he even begin to think about what Aubrey meant to him, and how it had reached that point.
Spencer Reid sat taping his thumbs on the steering wheel in a nervous gesture, something he was sure he had picked up from Aubrey. It was two in the morning, he was exhausted, they had gotten in from a case four hours before, allowing him two blissful hours of sleep before he got a disturbing phone call not minutes before.
He had been dead to the world when the sharp trill that indicated Aubrey's ring tone echoed through his bedroom. A glance at the clock told him it was one something in the morning, she had better not be drunk wanting a ride was his only thought as flipped open the phone.
"Hello?" his voice was raspy from sleep, he hoped she would get to the point so he could go back to sleep.
"Is this Spencer Reid?"
The fact that they were asking was it him answering his own phone number told him he was not dealing with Aubrey and that something was wrong.
"Yes, may I ask why you're calling from Aubrey's phone?" his voice gave out for a split second before picking back up, something it only did coming out of a deep sleep.
"She is going to kill me for calling you, I'm Jasmine, her roommate, but anyway she hasn't been sleeping the past three nights, and before that she would sleep two hours, and then wake up screaming, loading up on copious amounts of coffee. This is Aubrey we're talking about she doesn't drink coffee, she drinks tea…."
Jasmine heard a shuffling on the other side of the phone, causing her to stop talking, before she heard his voice again.
"You're both at the dorm?"
To Jasmine it didn't sound like a question, although it was intended as such.
"Yes. Her keys hitting the lock, can you help her?" The desperation in Jasmine's voice was genuine, even if it was only from lack of sleep for herself.
"Yes, give me an hour. Don't tell her I'm coming."
Clothes that had been haphazardly thrown on the one chair in his bed room were being pulled on during this entire conversation, minus the shirt which he pulled from his closet, a plain black T-Shirt and a light brown jacket were slipped on as his feet where crammed into a pair of shoes before he slipped out the door as quietly as possible as to not wake his neighbors taking the stairs two at a time before finally making it to his vehicle.
The drive wrecked his nerves as he thought of all the possible reasons for Aubrey being unable to sleep. It could be a change in her medicine, although currently she wasn't on anything that he knew of, it could be stress, over dosing on caffeine without realizing it, which was the probable cause because Aubrey never drank coffee, it wasn't her taste.
Pulling into the dorm's parking lots and into an empty slot Spencer debated how to get past the dorm mothers when a tap on his passenger side window startled him. Apparently Jasmine had told Aubrey that he was on the way.
"Do you know why you can't sleep?" he asked as way of greeting, after pulling back from her hug.
"Yes." Her tone implied she didn't want to speak on it, but he knew she would sooner or later.
"You coming up?"
They had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes when she had asked the question, startling Spencer.
"Umm…Not exactly sure I can get past the dorm mothers." A true answer, even if it withheld some of his reasoning, it wasn't a flat out lie.
"How do you think I got down here? Kill the car and come on."
Her tone booked room for not argument as she led him through the back door, the only one not on camera and not being watched, they weren't supposed to use it, and up the three flights of stairs to the room she shared with Jasmine, pushing the door open with her foot she allowed Spencer to enter before her and then shut the door with a hard push of her hand. They weren't in the best of dorms being freshman.
Jasmine was nowhere to be found upon entering the room causing Spencer to raise an eyebrow in Aubrey's direction and nod towards the bed.
"Not sure; she was there when I went to get you." Her reply was noncommittal as she opened the mini fridge, pulling out a Diet Dr. Pepper before tossing a bottle of water in Spencer's general direction, smiling to herself when she heard him fumble to try and catch it.
"She says you're waking up screaming." It wasn't a wonderful opening sentence but it would have to do. "So you can't use the excuse of it's nothing because it's obviously something." His tone stressed the word something as he sat down on her bed, facing her as she chose to sit in her desk chair.
"It's something, I know it is, but it's not something that bothers me currently. Just something from my past." Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried to tell her brain to shut up her mouth. Spencer was her mentor, she would like to consider him a friend, but he was her mentor. He was obligated to report back on anything that screamed red flag.
"You can't outrun your past Aubrey, as much as you try you can't. You're going to have to deal with it sooner or later."
"What?" she challenged, her voice not any stronger, "No statistics?"
"Not tonight. They won't help you process whatever your brain is trying to make you process. Besides I'm exhausted." A yawn escaped his lips as he said this, a sheepish smile gracing his face as he kicked his shoes off before lying down on her bed, rotating to face her again.
"Can I just say that home wasn't pleasant and leave it at that?" she asked, coming to kneel in front of her bed, letting out a surprised gasp when Spencer did something very un-Spencer like and grabbed her arm and pulled her up onto the bed with him.
"Sleep if you can Aubrey. I'll be here to you fall asleep." His voice told her he himself was drifting between awake and asleep, and curled up against his chest, in a way that shouldn't have been this relaxing, she had drifted off into a nightmare less sleep.
He woke to Jasmine shaking his shoulder and holding his phone.
"It's been ringing on and off for twenty minutes and you need to get out of here before our dorm mother sticks her head in." she said, pushing her black hair back into a rough ponytail and pulling a sweater over her head as he answered his phone.
Since then whenever she stayed the night they usually had wound up in the same bed. Nothing romantic had come of it, the legal age of consent in Virginia was eighteen, he had a long way to go before he could, if he dared, act on his desires for her but watching her sleeping next to him lulled him off into a sleep that was deeper than he ever thought possible as he felt her snuggle into his chest.
She was an amazing girl, so much so for everything she had been through. She was his light throughout the darkness he saw, she saw the good in everyone and was wonderful when he had come off the Tobias Hankel case. His team knew about his drug addiction, they knew what Tobias had done to him; they could tell he was addicted to dilaudid.
Aubrey didn't know. Not at first, at least until he snapped at her and told her not to call him again. She knew something was wrong. When she showed up at his apartment and let herself he was shocked at her audacity, secretly glad that she cared more than his teammates to actually show up.
He was wearing just a pair of sweatpants from CalTech, his long hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, staring down at a book, a vial and a syringe sitting on the table in front of him, untouched. He didn't look up; she was the only one with a copy of his key expect for the spare that Hotch had at the office for emergencies.
"What are you doing here?"
He still hadn't looked up. He just sounded tired, defeated even.
"You had me worried. Now I see I was right to worry. Spencer, this isn't what you need to feel better. Dilaudid is not what you need but you know that, you're a genius."
Her tone was soft, but not condescending like he had expected, when he looked up he saw she was sitting next to him, her sweater off, leaving her in just a tank top and a pair of loose black pants. Her shoes where nowhere to be seen but she had probably taken them off at the door.
They sat in silence, even after he finished the book and stared at the girl that sat to his right when he suddenly reached for the young teenager and pulled her body flush to his, kissing her like he had wanted to since she had wormed her way into his brain, when she didn't pull away and even returned the kiss he deepened it, laying her down on the ground as she kept attempting to rub against him.
"Aubrey…we can't." His protests fell on deaf ears as she kept grinding her hips into his causing him to lose what control he had as he started to rub back, the thin sweatpants and her thin velvet pants the only thing between them.
"Aubrey…we can't really this is illegal." His voice again fell on ears that refused to hear him.
"No. It's only an issue if we actually had sex, but I can make you cum for me. It'll help you relax." Her voice had taken on a husky tone he had never heard in her voice before.
He knew he shouldn't of but as they kissed and touched, he felt himself harden; even more so when he slipped one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, enjoying the sharp hiss that came out of her mouth causing him to suck harder all the while reaching down and freeing himself from his pants before beginning to fist his cock with sure steady strokes that told Aubrey he had done this before, he was very well practiced in it. When her small hands wrapped around his and melded in between his fingers he lost himself, enjoying the dazed look in Aubrey's eyes as she licked at the shooting jet of white cum that eased its way out of him.
"Wow. That was…" he ran a hand through is soaked sweat hair, licking his lips before continuing. "That was amazing."
"Sleep Spencer, I'll be here when you wake up." Her voice soothed him as he went to stand up.
"I need to clean up love." His voice told her how much their activities, however minor they where had drained out of him.
"I'll get you a wash rag, I want something to sleep in."
It wasn't something they really talked about it was a memory he treasured even as he held the same girl in his arms, soon to follow her into her sleep.