James wants them to kiss

"Kiss her, Felicity," James said, his voice a command that seemed to bypass her brain and go straight to her body. Rachel's hand found its way to the small of her back, gently guiding her closer. The scent of Rachel's perfume filled her senses, something familiar yet entirely new in this context. Rachel's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of protest, but all she found was a spark of curiosity and an unspoken consent.

Their lips met, softly at first, the sensation electrifying. Rachel's mouth was gentle, coaxing, and Felicity felt herself melting into the kiss. Rachel's hand slid up to cup her cheek, and the kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together. It was unlike any kiss she had ever shared with James—different, yet just as thrilling.

James stepped back, watching them intently. Rachel's hand slipped lower, caressing her hip and then sliding up to cup her breast. Rachel's thumb flicked over the hardened nipple, and Felicity let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed. It was as if Rachel knew her body better than she did herself, her touch unlocking sensations that had always been just out of reach.

Felicity's own hands grew bolder, running over Rachel's back and up into her perfectly styled hair. She felt the strands between her fingers, the silky softness contrasting with Rachel's firm grip on her waist. Rachel's other hand began to trace the curve of her ass, the heat from her palm searing through the soft material of her wedding dress and igniting a fire that spread through her body. Felicity's legs grew weak, and she leaned into Rachel, her hands now entwined in her hair, holding on as if she might float away on the waves of pleasure that were crashing through her.