Disclaimers: Vampire Diaries belong to L. J. Smith and the CW. I do not own them. I'm only taking the characters out to play and messing around with the TV show's canon time line.

Here's a little Valentine's gift for everyone following the stories. Hopefully Bonnie will have a happier birthday here then she had in the show.

Friends, Lovers, Family

Chapter Seven: A Better Use for Birthday Candles

"I told you, Bon-Bon. There is no limit to the pleasure we can create between us."

They lay together quietly for a while until Damon looks at the time and grins. It's just after midnight. "Happy Birthday, Beautiful." He kisses her. "Would you like your gifts now or later?"

"Hmmm." She presses a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Now, I think."

"Okay," he starts to climb off the bed until he's pulled back.

"Nope. You stay put." The witch orders as she hops up.

"Huh?"

"Just don't move. It's my birthday after all."

Damon watches as Bonnie goes first to his dresser and retrieves a silk tee shirt that she quickly dons before getting something out of her own dresser. Turning back to face the man on the bed she holds up a set of fur lined cuffs. "Now what was that you were saying about no limits to pleasure?"

Propping up on his elbows, he looked at the mix of excitement and hesitance on her face. "What did you have in mind?" he smiled lasciviously.

Bonnie's gaze shifted for a moment and a candle that Damon hadn't noticed on his night table flared to life. It was in a tall cobalt glass jar like a novena candle but had no religious imagery on it. Inhaling, he could detect no perfume, only the pure scent of paraffin wax, and he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. "So who gets tied up?" HH

He finally asked in a throaty voice.

"Well I got tied last time..." the witch began but saw her lover's brow furrow. "Did I get it wrong?" The candle started to flicker and die as her face fell.

"Whoa, whoa." Damon sprang from the bed and sped to her side. "I am not saying no." He used a finger to lift her chin so that she was staring in his eyes. "Trust me you had it very right." He used his free hand to press hers to the very vivid evidence of his enthusiasm.

The new eighteen year old gasped as he throbbed against her palm. "Then what was that look on your face?" she questioned as she massaged the tightening sac.

"Because," He groaned but finally had to pull her hand away so he could concentrate on speaking. "because you had the right idea but the wrong execution." He picked up the cuffs she had bought and gave them a cursory look. They were a thin metal novelty item that would be useless against any resistance. "What you have in mind, I will enjoy way too much for these to survive the night." He tossed them on the dresser top.

"Then what? You'd snap the ribbon you tied me with. And magic would keep you totally immobile."

"Hold that thought." He grinned and ducked into the closet. Bonnie heard him take something down from the shelf and drop it on the floor. A zipper opened and there was some rummaging . When Damon emerged , he presented her with a pair of wide leather cuffs.

Looking them over, she paid close attention to the buckles and the heavy rivets that held them together. "There's no quick release."

Damon took back the cuffs and began unbuckling. "I'll just have to trust that you'll honor the safe word." At her frown he explained as he wrapped one around his wrist and presented it to her for securing. "I wouldn't put these on you but they'll hold up to me tensing and tugging and I can still break the D-rings if I needed freed quickly." He handed the empty one back to Bonnie and offered her his wrist. "Would you be so kind?"

Giggling, she closed the leather around him. The tongue was slightly indented and worn at one notch indicating that it was the favored resting place for the buckle. "How long have you had these?"

"A couple decades." he answered noncommittally before stretching out on the bed with his arms reaching out toward the eyelets that were affixed in headboard.

Bonnie pulled off the purloined shirt and the g-string she was still wearing then sat next to his head so she could snap the D-ring to eyelet. To reach the other side, she stretched out above him.

Taking advantage of her position, Damon lifted his head and captured her nipple with his lips.

"Hey!" She pulled away and smacked his stomach a little less gently than usual. "Behave or I'll have to blindfold and gag you."

"Promise?" he could only smirk in return while relaxing his shoulders to avoid cramping.

Shaking her head, she climbed off the bed. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be back."

Damon laughed and watched the glow of the candle jar feeling the anticipation build. There was only one candle so she'd have to go slow to allow the wax to melt between applications. If she enjoyed doing this, he'd get her more, perhaps colored ones so she could 'paint' with the wax.

"It worked." came Bonnie's voice from the bathroom.

"What did?" He craned is neck to try to see her.

"Since I already set fires, I was curious if I could work with the opposite end of the spectrum." She returned to the room carrying the ice bucket from the downstairs bar. "I bespelled the bucket to make the ice last longer and it did." Setting down the bucket near the candle, the novice dominatrix knelt on the mattress near her subject's waist. "Comfy?"

Nodding, he was transfixed by scene as she produced a bottle of oil and poured some into her cupped palm before rubbing her hands together to warm it. "The articles I found about candle play were split about using oil on the skin first but I didn't think you'd want to be shaved first or plucked afterward."

Shaking his head as if banishing a bad memory, the vampire agreed with her and stretched like the large feline he reminded her of as she smoothed her slicked hands over his chest, adding more of the lubricant before moving to his outer and inner thighs and finally his groin.

"Bonnnnnieeee." He whined as she continued to stroke over his very present hard on. "You're killing me here."

"Hush," Bonnie pressed a finger to his lips for emphasis. Licking her own, she reached for the ice bucket. "I'm hungry. " And she pulled a pint of ice cream out of the receptacle along with a metal spoon. Holding the frozen treat with one hand, she brushed the back of the spoon against Damon's neck and down to trace his pectoral muscles, flicking the cold utensil a couple times over his nipples.

Bored with the game, she pried the lid off the container and scooped out a sizable heap of the creamy stuff. "You are being very patient, would you like a bite?" She held the spoon close to his chin. But when he raised his head to accept, she quickly pulled back and ate the offering herself.

"Tease" he spat in frustration.

"Oh not yet," she mumble around her mouthful. "But soon." Setting the carton down, she slithered south till she lay between his outstretched legs. He gave a yelp when she grasped the base of his cock with her still chilled hand and cried out when she swallowed him down enough that her lips met her fingers. With the ice cream still in her mouth, Damon was assaulted by the mixed feeling of the warm roof and the coldness her tongue was pressing to the underside of him.

Bonnie continued to bob her head, swallowing often until the sweetness was consumed and the stickiness licked away. Assessing the situation, she quickly decided that her ministrations had not provided the desired effect.

Grinning up at her partner's blow pupils and gasping mouth, she made a show of slapping the lid back on the pint. "That was really tasty. Be a good boy and hang onto this for me." And she tucked the nearly full container snugly against his balls.

"Shit!" Damon arched his neck and back but clamped his thighs to do her bidding.

Ready to move on, Bonnie raised the candle jar above his chest. Tipping it slowly, she streamed a thin ribbon of wax over his sternum and down to his belly button where it pooled.

Hissing through his teeth, he dug his fingers into the edge of the mattress. The wax felt hotter than it should have against his chilled flesh which intensified the sensation to which his world had narrowed. It had been a long time he'd been played with in this fashion. Praying that he wouldn't get carried away too quickly, he recited the alphabet backward. That is until the candle was set aside in preference of an ice cube.

Smoothing it over his parted lips and down his neck, she lapped away the moisture left in its wake. Reaching a nipple, she circled it with the cube before sucking it and switched the ice to the nipple's twin. She held the ice directly to the peak as she warmed the first before switching sides.

Damon was caught off guard as she bit down on the deeply chilled skin and he yanked at the restraints. The head board creaked but held.

Dripping wax in small spots here and there over his torso, Bonnie added more wax to the that which was congealing in his belly button before decorating his left nipple and then his right.

Muttered oaths and cries flowed freely from him as his head tossed back and forth.

"You okay in there?" She asked in a soft tone. "Do you need for us to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

Laughing at his screwed shut eyelids and the tension in his arms, she peaked back at his nether region. Apparently no man, no matter his virility, was invincible against the cold. His erection had soften along with the ice cream.

Bumping his legs apart so that she had room to kneel, she removed the container. Checking the wax level in the jar, she pressed her free hand into his hip to keep him still before she poured. The paraffin curled around his semi firm cock and onto his relaxed scrotum.

"FUCK!" Damon screamed as his body convulsed.

Jerking back, the witch observed him quietly until he calmed. Only then did she come forward again and tipped more of the liquid wax over the same area.

His reaction was not nearly as loud this time but his hips thrust upward and his phallus stirred to wakefulness breaking through the cooling shell.

Snuffing the candle, Bonnie unsnapped one D-ring and then the other before crawling between Damon and the headboard so that his head was cradled in her lap. During this, he didn't utter a word but merely sighed and snuggled into her thigh.

They stayed like that with her carding her fingers through his locks until his eyes slowly opened. They were still unfocused and his smile lopsided but she knew he was starting to come back down from the high.

"I thought I was supposed to be giving you presents." He finally said in a sleepy voice.

"You did." She assured him.

Smirking at the sight of his own chest, "Any plan for how you wanted to get this off of me?"

"I suppose I could scraped in off with my nails." She shrugged. Having been too concerned with covering him with the wax without harming him, she hadn't thought about the clean up. But then she saw expectation in his eyes. "What?"

"The top drawer of my dresser."

"Okay." she slid out from behind him. "What am I looking for?" She opened the drawer.

"On the right side, with the rosewood handle."

"This?" Bonnie lifted out a hunting knife in a leather sheath. "You're joking, right?"

"Not at all." He sank back onto the mattress, straightening his spine.

"But I could cut you." She fretted.

"You aren't trying to stab me." He assured her. "And if you nick me, I'll heal."

"Okay. then." She gave in and climbed back on the bed before unsheathing the blade. "Just hold still."

"No promises." But he fisted the sheets in both hands.

Sliding the steel millimeter by millimeter under the wax, she popped each of the droplets free of the flesh. "So where did you get the knife?" She asked, wanting a distraction from her nervousness.

"Won it in a poker game while I was in the Confederate Army." He answered absently. "I was originally going to give it to Stef but Katherine was there when I arrived. I never had a chance to give it to him then and well you know the rest." He groaned in pleasure as her fingers danced over the newly exposed and sensitive skin.

By the time the wax had been cleared away, Bonnie's trepidation toward the knife had faded and she idly traced the tip over the contours of his chest as she straddled his hips.

"How about we discuss knife play another night." He gently took the weapon from her and set it next to the candle. Coasting up her open thighs, the leather cuffs chaffed lightly at the tender flesh. Finding her swollen and damp, he lifted her till he could press his own need into her depths. "I'm guessing you like topping."

"As much as you enjoyed bottoming." She began to rock against him, in no hurry to finish. "But I'm guessing that next time, I'll be the one in the fuzzy handcuffs."

"That will depend entirely on you."