We're disposable teens

He finally closed the thin distance between, almost as if he had been needing her embrace. A small smirk touched her lips at the thought, the thought of being wanted, needed. She welcomed his every movement, every action, every touch. He had only just begun and she was already feeling weak in her knees, a strong desire boiling beneath her skin. And yet he still asked for permission, like he actually needed it. A quiet rumble of impatience came from her throat, and to reinforce it, she made her stance more passive, submissive, open. She had no borders, no boundaries, at least not for the moment. She had laid down her weapons, her defence, her exterior. Her body was his domain to trace and mark out. He could go wherever he pleased, venture and explore to his heart's desire. She didn't care if this was something new, something she had never done before, let alone thought about. If this was his way of proving himself, of showing his true colours, of making a promise stronger and deeper than any words spoken, then she would comply with his every movement. "Take me," she whispered sultrily, a small whine escaping her lips. "Show me everything."