The closing of the story - that last bit in context is rather open to interpretation:
“Hell yeah,” I said hoarsely, wishing I could pull her in. “Kiss me.”
“God,” Maz muttered behind me. “Get a room.”
Hada smiled, eyes going full starburst. Context clues for the win, I guessed. I slung an arm heavy with heat over Maz’s leg as Hada leaned closer. “Like you wouldn’t be banging on the other side of the door,” I croaked.
“Damn straight,” Maz said, sounding hoarse, too. “Who else’s gonna help you make desmadre?”
Desmadre, or magic? (Or both?) Whatever it was, we were making it, the three of us. I squeezed his leg and kissed her mouth and in the burst of burgundy heat that followed, we all learned a new language.