The room is filled with the quiet rustle of fabric hitting the floor, the soft sighs of teenage bodies coming together for the first time. They're clumsy, eager, their hands roaming with a hunger that belies their young years. He traces the curve of her spine, she gasps at the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue on her neck. They're a tangle of limbs, a symphony of whispered words and stolen kisses, their nakedness a testament to their burgeoning passion.