Real Life Fairytale

Aubrey Gillman x Spencer Reid

05. Massage

Authoress Note: This entire chapter is a flashback. Once this is finished and all posted I am starting on a 'prequel' to this to show their first year together in more context from there we will go to a sequel to 'Real Life Fairytale'. Sorry they're out of order but I wasn't expecting this to be beyond this story but now I'm curious as to what could be between two resident geniuses.

Aubrey Gillman knew she was overworking herself but there was nothing she could do about it. She was in her first semester at Virginia Tech and had decided to take nineteen hours her first semester. No one had told her that wasn't the smartest idea she had ever had but she was only fifteen she didn't know better. She had known Spencer Reid since the beginning of the semester almost two months ago and she was well into her preparation for her midterms by now.

Midterms started in two weeks and she wanted to be sure that she was ready for them. The last thing she needed to do was flunk out of her first semester of college with how fast she had finished high school. A glance at her watch told her she was late it was four forty. She was supposed to have met her academic adjustor in the coffee shop ten minutes ago.

Packing up her bag which was about ready to burst at the seam she managed to make it to the coffee shop in under ten minutes which was a record for her. She found Spencer not in their usual spot but in a back corner a cup of coffee was sitting in front of him as well as a cup for her sitting across from him as he read through 'The Crucible' which was held up in his hands.

"I'm sorry I'm late Spencer. I got caught up in my revisions for mid-terms." She said, sliding into the booth across from him as she reached for the cup of coffee that was sitting in front of her seat. Spencer closed the book before smiling at the young girl in front of him.

"That's fine. I understand I have midterms coming up as well in my doctoral classes." He said, smiling as she took a deep sip from the beverage in her hand. It was funny how only two months ago she couldn't stand coffee but enough time around him had changed her opinion on it.

"How are your classes coming?" he asked, as she came back from her coffee induced euphoria.

"They're ok I'm just overwhelmed by my mid-terms is all. It's so much information that I'm not sure where to start honestly." She said, blushing at the fact she had to admit that, she was a freaking genius and she was overwhelmed by freshman level courses.

"If you want we can go back to my apartment and work on a schedule for you that's manageable." He said, knowing what it was like to be overwhelmed because your brain processed information so much faster than the average human being.

"That sounds wonderful actually; I could really use the help." She said, as Reid grabbed both her bag and his as they stared the short walk to the apartment complex that he lived in which wasn't that far from her dorm. Thankfully Aubrey wouldn't have to stay in a dorm the second semester; she had been granted special permission to get an apartment because of her academic ability. A quick stop off at her dorm had the rest of her books gathered into Spencer's messenger bag before they finished their short walk to his apartment.

When the key hit the lock Spencer they entered. As he set her bag down by his couch he immediately went to start a pot of coffee before he found the remote to his stereo, turning on whatever CD was within the player which turned out to be Debussy.

As soon as the music started he noticed that she relaxed almost instantly; he knew she didn't like having to share a dorm with someone else as she studied better with music than without; it helped her block out the extra thoughts that tormented her day in day out.

"Ok how many classes are you taking?" he asked, surprised they had never gone over her schedule before now but he had only known her for a few months.

"Nineteen hours. I'm in English Lit II, Trigonometry, Biology II and the Lab, English Comp II, Sociology and Freshman Seminar." She said, running through her mental check list before nodding again to confirm it.

"Mid-terms are two weeks away for undergraduate's right?" Spencer asked, even though he already roughly knew the answer.

"Correct." She said, stretching her back. She had been in the library all day and her back was killing her.

"Ok you have roughly six weeks' worth of material to go over. Which are roughly twelve chapters per class." He said before pulling her binder's to him. Glad to see that she had printed her notes, it made it easier on him but he knew eventually she would get out of the habit of it.

"That's eighty-four chapters worth of material to go over in two weeks but that's usually average." Spencer said this more to himself as he pulled out a sheet of paper from one of her binder's before pulling out a pen from his bag.

"You'll have to cover six chapters a day but if you already know the material there's no point in doing anything but a refresher. Which classes are you confident in?" he asked, turning to her as she started braiding her hair as she answered him.

"Lit II, Comp II and Biology II; Sociology and Trigonometry, not so much. I'm a genius at literature and history not math and social economics." She said, laughing at that. Trigonometry left too much up to the imagination in her mind, she wasn't fond of math but she was good at it if she could force herself to focus on it.

"We'll work on Sociology and Trigonometry then. Start your way back at chapter one and do a rough outline for each chapter from memory if you can do that then you just need to work on practice problems. You know the material Aubrey, you're just overwhelmed at the amount of work. When that happens most people who don't have an eidetic memory, well their brain just shuts down because it's hard to process. You're a genius dear you've got this." He said, pulling her Trigonometry textbook to him before quickly glancing at what had been covered in the first portion of the semester. It was basic material he had covered his freshman year as well so it wouldn't be that hard to get her up to speed.

When she was able to recite the laws of Trigonometry he was pretty sure she was just freezing under the pressure. He copied a few problems out for her before she quickly managed to work her way through them proving his point.

"You're just overwhelmed Aubrey. You have this in the bag; not a single problem was wrong. I just suggest you take a break and start fresh in a few days you've been at this since you got up. We just had breakfast this morning and you've been going strong for eleven and a half hours. It's Friday, take the rest of tonight and tomorrow off and then start fresh Sunday." He said closing the book and binder that was in his lap before placing it on his coffee table and nudging Aubrey so that he could stretch out on his couch, pulling her down with him which surprised her.

"Rest Aubrey you need it." He whispered into her ear before he heard her back pop. "Even your body is protesting hun; it's definitely time for a break."

"You're probably right my back is killing me. I'd kill for a massage right now." She said more to herself than him but he heard her loud and clear. He stood up from his position on the couch before asking her to roll over; kneeling next to her by the couch before thinking of something and disappearing into her bedroom before coming back with a bottle in his hands that she couldn't see.

She felt the heat before she felt his hands. He had to be using some kind of warming lotion on her which made her wonder just why he had such a thing in his apartment.

"I get tense muscles myself from working on my dissertations or thesis's all night. I've found it helps." Was all he said knowing that the wheels in her mind where turning as he started kneading away at the knots that had formed in her back.

When he hit a particularly sensitive spot she did her best to bite back something close to a moan but wasn't able to suppress it. It took Spencer by surprise but he allowed his fingers to ghost over the area again, this time deliberately; earning yet another moan from the girl beneath him.

"I'd stop messing with that particular spot if I were you." Her voice had gotten deeper since he had started his massage on her but it took him a second to understand why she basically told him to avoid that area. When it clicked he was glad she couldn't see the self-satisfied smirk that came over his face as he filed that information away for later use.

When he finished working on her back he noticed that she had fallen asleep, which was probably a good thing in the long run. She was a beautiful woman and he didn't want to overstep his boundaries any farther than he already had.