Bonfire: Ben and Sorin and Open
It was a gentle green light. Ben welcomed Sorin's swooping in and kissing as that hand moved up from the witch's chin to cup his cheek as he kissed him back. As long as Sorin wanted to make out, Ben was more than happy to oblige.
Listening to the increasing drumbeat of Sorin's heart, Ben snaked an arm around the witch as he climbed into his lap. The vampire fought to keep up with Sorin's tongue, his own stroking his. His fingers slipped into the witch's hair as his other hand braced the back of Sorin's shoulders. Ben didn't care who saw either, only half-wondered why he hadn't approached the witch first.