Boyd watched the kiss between the dark haired woman and her blonde friend, and she slid her hand down Hannah's back and lower, over curves and fabric, the touch intimate and caressing. She slid a hand around Hannah to touch the brunette's jaw, even as she kissed her friend; it was an acknowledgment. Sex was something Boyd knew, and desire was something she knew even better. This was desire.
She backed away, her fingers slipping from the brunette's jaw, and she kissed the nape of Hannah's neck, lips brushing soft against the slightly sweat-damp skin there. "Let go," she whispered to her friend, and then she let herself be pulled back into the press of bodies - close enough to watch, but far enough to give them privacy.