This story is rated PG-13 for sexual scenes.
A giggle escaped the lips of Sophie as she dragged Grinch into her tent. As she sat down, Grinch was smirking; he had charmed her, all right. He had charmed her indeed.
He slid down to a sitting position next to her, pulling the girl closer until she was sitting on his lap. A light, rose-pink shade colored her cheeks and he smirked lightly, letting a brief chuckle sound from his throat. Sophie blushed a little deeper.
And then his lips found hers; he pressed them against hers together firmly, and Grinch saw her close those beautiful eyes and wrap her arms around his neck.
He parted his lips with hers, but only briefly for some air, then went at it again. Both of their hearts were racing with a new kind of feeling, a mix of beautiful sensations of excitement, curiosity, and nervousness, which could only be described as love.
Sophie found herself blushing as she felt his warm tongue slide in her mouth. She was breathing in sharp, excited breaths, and slowly, very slowly, found herself rubbing his abs, shivering excitedly.
Grinch's lips slowly moved down to her jaw, then to her neck—which he would soon find out is her sensitive spot.
He growled in a rough, playful manner, like a puppy would do when trying to fight his brother or sister for a ball. As Grinch rubbed the girl's sides, he found himself kissing very roughly against her neck—and sucking down too. He felt a warm hard run through his hair as Sophie let out a moan—and he enjoyed that moan like a drug. It was almost maddening to him; he wanted more—no, he needed more, yes, that's it, he needs more and he never wanted it gone.
His lips formed into that of a seductive smirk, slowly sliding his hand under her shirt, his fingers feeling her skin curiously. By then, Sophie was blushing terribly red—but she let him. She trusted him. Grinch wouldn't hurt her. No, she thought, he wouldn't even think of such a thing.
But her eyes snapped open and a gasp and a loud moan escaped her mouth as he suddenly squeezed her breasts, and she felt herself overwhelmed with love and passion when he licked slowly up her neck.
Grinch was gazing into her eyes now, rubbing her breasts in circular motions, feeling mocked by her bra covering up her bare breasts tightly like a mother holding a small child.
He slid her shirt up and off.
Sophie looked hesitant, gazing into his eyes as he kissed her, almost—but not quite—hungrily. He must have felt her tense up, because he started rubbing her back reassuringly. She smiled a little. Grinch loved her more than anything and she knew it—even before he told her. The way he'd look at her—the way he'd protect her during missions—the way he'd talk to her—
Grinch gently pushed Sophie down on the bed, climbing on top of her, kissing her roughly but still passionately. He felt her lips twist into a smile. Everything was okay.
Butterflies flew in both of their stomachs as Grinch slowly walked his hands to her pants, hooking onto them and sliding them off. Now it was only her undergarments that shielded her. But she didn't worry about that much. Deep inside her, under all of her nervousness, she wanted this. She needed this, and she needed him. Period.
He kissed in between her breasts, sucking down lightly, rubbing her thigh softly, making her moan. A soft growl escaped his mouth.
"Yes, that's right... moan for me... moan my name..."
She tried to tease him and not moan, but when he noticed, he rubbed her inner thigh more firmly, making her gasp and moan at the same time—if that's even possible.
"Good girl..."
He licked in between her breasts, making her blush again. And slowly, the hand that was rubbing her thigh stopped and reached for her panties.
She closed her eyes again as she felt her panties slide down, her lower torso completely bare and exposed. And just as quickly, her bra, unhooked gently by warm hands, sliding down and off of her skin.
Sophie blushed and blocked the urge to cover herself up as Grinch stared at her body, drawing his tongue over his lips slightly. She breathed quicker as he placed a hand on his shirt and whispered, "Take it off..."
Her heart raced as her hands pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare skin and muscles themselves. As she blushed, he nearly purred in amusement. "Like what you see?"
She paused, and then said, "No... I love what I see."
A confused glance changed into a big, wide smirk on Grinch's face as she answered his question. He kissed her again, deeply, as he slid the rest of his clothes off himself. She closed her eyes gently, letting Grinch take over.
He slid a finger inside her.
This was the last thing she expected—and probably the last thing you did, too—so she cried out slightly, moaning against his mouth as he kissed her.
Grinch grinned, moving his hands in and out slowly, kissing even deeper, and sliding his tongue in her mouth. She moaned against it, her body warm with surprise.
He slid in deeper, moving his finger faster and rougher, making her cry out again, grip his back tighter, and moan loudly, uncontrollably.
After a while, he pulled out. Breaking the kiss, he held his fingers to his lips.
And licked them.
"Mmm," he said lightly. "You taste good."
Sophie was panting; she wasn't sure if she should be nervous or excited. She just blushed, trying to calm her heart, but instead, Grinch finally thrust inside her.
Gripping onto his back even tighter as he slid in deeper, deeper, digging her nails into his back slightly, she cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow. They moved rhythmically together, almost as if dancing, minus Sophie's cries and Grinch's occasional groans.
Nevertheless, Grinch kissed her roughly and whispered, "I love you," in between kisses. She didn't reply back—she wanted to—God, did she want to!—but her moans and cries and heavy breathing made it impossible.
Her breathing slowed when he finally pulled out. They were sweating and panting still, but both of them were happy and filled with such an uncontrollable love for each other that they didn't care. Grinch pulled her close to him and fixed the blankets, pulling it over both of them.
He kissed her forehead as she rested her head on his chest and fell asleep.
A giggle escaped the lips of Sophie as she dragged Grinch into her tent. As she sat down, Grinch was smirking; he had charmed her, all right. He had charmed her indeed.
He slid down to a sitting position next to her, pulling the girl closer until she was sitting on his lap. A light, rose-pink shade colored her cheeks and he smirked lightly, letting a brief chuckle sound from his throat. Sophie blushed a little deeper.
And then his lips found hers; he pressed them against hers together firmly, and Grinch saw her close those beautiful eyes and wrap her arms around his neck.
He parted his lips with hers, but only briefly for some air, then went at it again. Both of their hearts were racing with a new kind of feeling, a mix of beautiful sensations of excitement, curiosity, and nervousness, which could only be described as love.
Sophie found herself blushing as she felt his warm tongue slide in her mouth. She was breathing in sharp, excited breaths, and slowly, very slowly, found herself rubbing his abs, shivering excitedly.
Grinch's lips slowly moved down to her jaw, then to her neck—which he would soon find out is her sensitive spot.
He growled in a rough, playful manner, like a puppy would do when trying to fight his brother or sister for a ball. As Grinch rubbed the girl's sides, he found himself kissing very roughly against her neck—and sucking down too. He felt a warm hard run through his hair as Sophie let out a moan—and he enjoyed that moan like a drug. It was almost maddening to him; he wanted more—no, he needed more, yes, that's it, he needs more and he never wanted it gone.
His lips formed into that of a seductive smirk, slowly sliding his hand under her shirt, his fingers feeling her skin curiously. By then, Sophie was blushing terribly red—but she let him. She trusted him. Grinch wouldn't hurt her. No, she thought, he wouldn't even think of such a thing.
But her eyes snapped open and a gasp and a loud moan escaped her mouth as he suddenly squeezed her breasts, and she felt herself overwhelmed with love and passion when he licked slowly up her neck.
Grinch was gazing into her eyes now, rubbing her breasts in circular motions, feeling mocked by her bra covering up her bare breasts tightly like a mother holding a small child.
He slid her shirt up and off.
Sophie looked hesitant, gazing into his eyes as he kissed her, almost—but not quite—hungrily. He must have felt her tense up, because he started rubbing her back reassuringly. She smiled a little. Grinch loved her more than anything and she knew it—even before he told her. The way he'd look at her—the way he'd protect her during missions—the way he'd talk to her—
Grinch gently pushed Sophie down on the bed, climbing on top of her, kissing her roughly but still passionately. He felt her lips twist into a smile. Everything was okay.
Butterflies flew in both of their stomachs as Grinch slowly walked his hands to her pants, hooking onto them and sliding them off. Now it was only her undergarments that shielded her. But she didn't worry about that much. Deep inside her, under all of her nervousness, she wanted this. She needed this, and she needed him. Period.
He kissed in between her breasts, sucking down lightly, rubbing her thigh softly, making her moan. A soft growl escaped his mouth.
"Yes, that's right... moan for me... moan my name..."
She tried to tease him and not moan, but when he noticed, he rubbed her inner thigh more firmly, making her gasp and moan at the same time—if that's even possible.
"Good girl..."
He licked in between her breasts, making her blush again. And slowly, the hand that was rubbing her thigh stopped and reached for her panties.
She closed her eyes again as she felt her panties slide down, her lower torso completely bare and exposed. And just as quickly, her bra, unhooked gently by warm hands, sliding down and off of her skin.
Sophie blushed and blocked the urge to cover herself up as Grinch stared at her body, drawing his tongue over his lips slightly. She breathed quicker as he placed a hand on his shirt and whispered, "Take it off..."
Her heart raced as her hands pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bare skin and muscles themselves. As she blushed, he nearly purred in amusement. "Like what you see?"
She paused, and then said, "No... I love what I see."
A confused glance changed into a big, wide smirk on Grinch's face as she answered his question. He kissed her again, deeply, as he slid the rest of his clothes off himself. She closed her eyes gently, letting Grinch take over.
He slid a finger inside her.
This was the last thing she expected—and probably the last thing you did, too—so she cried out slightly, moaning against his mouth as he kissed her.
Grinch grinned, moving his hands in and out slowly, kissing even deeper, and sliding his tongue in her mouth. She moaned against it, her body warm with surprise.
He slid in deeper, moving his finger faster and rougher, making her cry out again, grip his back tighter, and moan loudly, uncontrollably.
After a while, he pulled out. Breaking the kiss, he held his fingers to his lips.
And licked them.
"Mmm," he said lightly. "You taste good."
Sophie was panting; she wasn't sure if she should be nervous or excited. She just blushed, trying to calm her heart, but instead, Grinch finally thrust inside her.
Gripping onto his back even tighter as he slid in deeper, deeper, digging her nails into his back slightly, she cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow. They moved rhythmically together, almost as if dancing, minus Sophie's cries and Grinch's occasional groans.
Nevertheless, Grinch kissed her roughly and whispered, "I love you," in between kisses. She didn't reply back—she wanted to—God, did she want to!—but her moans and cries and heavy breathing made it impossible.
Her breathing slowed when he finally pulled out. They were sweating and panting still, but both of them were happy and filled with such an uncontrollable love for each other that they didn't care. Grinch pulled her close to him and fixed the blankets, pulling it over both of them.
He kissed her forehead as she rested her head on his chest and fell asleep.
Tribute
Name: Sophie Aimee
Age: 18
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
District: 10
Family: Mother, brother, grandmother (Father- left when she was an infant)
Personality: Intelligent, calm, observant, humorous, protective
Weapon(s) of Choice: Bow and arrow, switchblade
Skills: Strong in combat, agile and can remember information easily
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Carotid artery severed by Glimmer
Etc: Had a crush on Peeta Mellark, enjoyed reading, drawing and writing
Name: Sophie Aimee
Age: 18
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
District: 10
Family: Mother, brother, grandmother (Father- left when she was an infant)
Personality: Intelligent, calm, observant, humorous, protective
Weapon(s) of Choice: Bow and arrow, switchblade
Skills: Strong in combat, agile and can remember information easily
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Carotid artery severed by Glimmer
Etc: Had a crush on Peeta Mellark, enjoyed reading, drawing and writing