She left kisses down her neck, hard bites to her collarbone, listening to the sounds that left her lover's lips, smiling madly at Rita being all hers.
She wonders often how she got so lucky, how she managed to get a girl as beautiful and lovely as Rita, as sassy and smart, as perfect, as Rita.
Oh how she loved to know Rita was hers. No one elses. Just hers.
It was a shame she had to hide it all from the school, from family, from the world. Keep this hidden. How she craved to shout it from the rooftops how much she loved her Rita, to claim her for the world to know. Let everyone know that this was her property.
But for now, hidden and muffled in their dorm, the sounds of Rita's moans and the taste of her body will suffice. Though these thoughts must be put on pause, she had a girlfriend to on her bed, begging for her, and who was she to do anything but give her queen what she asks?