Not out of dominance or command, but invitation. Her lips soft, lingering, her hand on Lucy's waist. Lucy gasped and clung to her. When they parted, Rose turned and kissed Jude again, deeper this time, and something opened inside him like a door he hadn't known existed.
Hands were everywhere after that.
Emma pulled Lucy to her, their bodies pressing close, mouths meeting in tentative hunger. Sophie moved behind Jude, her hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, around his hips. Grace's mouth found his neck while Layla pressed against his back, warm and familiar. The clothes came off slowly, fingers tugging at knots and ties, until flesh met flesh and every boundary dissolved.
The forest around them glowed.