A/N: SURPRISE! It's a new bonus chapter! I just finished this, and I haven't really looked over it because I wanted to get it out as fast as possible (as I have a meeting I need to get to in forty minutes), so there will one-hundred percent be mistakes. Sorry...

But anyway, I really, really hope you guys it like it! It's a bit weird, I'll admit. It's my second take on the prompt: Caroline and Klaus on the phone.

Hope you enjoy!

"Still, I need your sway,

'Cause you always pay for it.

And I need your soul,

'Cause you're always so full.

And I, and I need that heart,

'Cause you're always in the right places."

Sway | The Kooks

Drabble Bonus #2: You Know I Love You

New York City got cold in the winter. Caroline always forgot that. No matter how long she'd lived there, she couldn't get used to the dramatic changes between winter and summer. They had no in-betweens, not in New York. It was either too hot or too cold. Her vampirism meant she didn't feel the effects of such harsh weather, but she pretended she did. She pulled long-forgotten memories from her human years and tried desperately to remember what it felt like to be so hot in the middle of the night that she was forced to rip all of her clothes off.

That was one of the things she missed most about being human—feeling arbitrary things such as cold and heat. All she felt now was nothing. She had a neutral body temperature that never seemed to waver unless she was suffering from a werewolf bite. And that had only happened twice, both instances long ago.

She liked to watch all the other New Yorkers from her living room window. It was a tall thing that looked down on Times Square. She'd see mothers carrying shopping bags in their winter coats, and men with jewellery boxes stuffed in their jeans' pocket.

Tonight, she observed a young couple who looked to be on their first date. They stood at least one foot apart, but one would have no trouble guessing they were together. His hand kept swinging dangerously close to hers and she kept looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

Something in her wanted to push them closer—see what would happen if they finally did touch. Finally gave into their human emotions and needs and just connected. But she remained where she was, a vampire eye-stalking two people who seriously looked like they needed to get laid.

Or maybe that was her . . .

Caroline groaned to herself and pushed off the window, turning around to look at her empty penthouse apartment.

It wasn't really empty. There was furniture of all sorts covering the floor. Pictures drawn for her by a man—ha!—who wasn't even there.

It wasn't empty at all, but it was lifeless.

"God, Caroline, stop being so fucking depressing!" She told herself, stepping further into the lounge.

She draped herself over the large, red sofa in the centre, deciding it was about time she got some sleep. Maybe she'd feel less depressed in the morning.

When her eyes snapped open, it was still dark. The streets of New York were quieter, but something inside her apartment was loud. Caroline sat up, eyes searching for the intrusive noise. Her gaze landed on her cell phone, beeping and whirring, on the kitchen counter.

In a flash, she was next to it, looking down at the screen as it jumped and flashed. A warm smile met her lips and she picked it up. Nervous energy crowded around inside of her, but she commanded herself to calm down and pressed the ANSWER button.

"Caroline," he crooned, his voice instantly making her dizzy.

If she had a beating heart, it would be cracking her ribcage right about now.

"Hi," she responded, not caring how squeaky she sounded. "I miss you," she admitted before he could say anything else.

Klaus laughed through the earpiece. Goosebumps rose on her skin at the sound of his deep chuckle. Fucking hell, she was such a girl.

"I miss you too," he said, sounding sincere. "Sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to New York. Crises don't like to fix themselves."

Caroline rolled herself. She knew that well enough, having dealt with such crises before. "Well, as long as you're safe, I'm happy."

"I'm safe," he assured her warmly, and if she closed her eyes she could see him where he was—phone plastered to his ear just like her, sitting down at some desk or pacing some floor, a smirk tugging the right side of his face.

There was a pause, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Not like it used to be.

When they first started calling each other, it got awkward and sad fairly quick. Minute pauses would spread into elongated silences, leading to one of them hanging up in frustration. Then they'd ignore each other for a good while until they decided once again that they couldn't really survive without hearing the other speak.

When they'd moved to New York a few decades ago, both of them had been extremely lost. Neither knew how to properly handle a relationship, and it was already such hard work to deal with him.

Then he started travelling, getting away for a little while as she stuck herself in New York, too stubborn to go with him and too angry with Mystic Falls to go back home. Because she was the one who stayed. Always stayed.

He would return after a week or two away, and she would be pissed. Pissed that he just upped and left, pissed that he didn't call or check in on her. What if she had accidentally fallen on a wooden spoon while he was away? What would he come home to then?

Eventually they realised separating themselves from each other didn't do either of them any good. So, when he was angry at her (or her with him—which probably happened more), they would sit and talk about it. He refused to speak at first, but she'd softened him up in the end.

Now, though, he was away on urgent business. A brother in need, or something like that. She apparently couldn't know, in case someone decided to use her as a bargaining chip against Klaus.

And she missed him. Desperately.

Was this called codependence? Or just being madly in love with someone?

"Good," she said softly, moving back to her place on the sofa. She lay on her back and looked up at the tall ceiling. "This place feels so vacant without you, do you know how much longer you'll be away?"

Klaus sighed, and she imagined breathing in his minty breath. "I don't know, love. Honestly. I'm just so tired of this. Kol needs to learn that just because he came back from the dead, does not mean he's suddenly immortal again."

"Supernatural laws are the weirdest things. I feel like they keep changing."

"Mmm," he agreed distractedly. "You'd think I'd know all of them, but new ones keep popping up."

Caroline frowned. "You sound tired, Klaus."

"I don't get tired, sweetheart, you know this," he countered, but he still sounded sleepy and concentrated on something that wasn't her.

Suddenly, just as he spoke, there was a knock on the door. Caroline jumped up, her feet smacking the hardwood floors.

She hadn't let anyone into the apartment. You needed a special code to get to the penthouse floor. Only about fifteen people knew that code, and most of them weren't even in the US anymore.

"Klaus," she hissed. "Someone's at the door."

Whoever was at the door knocked again.

"Better let them in, I think," Klaus said casually.

Caroline blinked. "What? Answer the door to some stranger? You want me to do that?"

"Go ahead. Live a little," he pushed.

Maybe she should've figured it out right away, but she was slow and desperate for Klaus, so she wasn't entirely in her right mind.

Caroline headed for the front door carefully, trying to think of the many ways she could dismember somebody, and looked through the peephole.

Her phone clattered to the floor.

"What are you doing here?" She nearly shouted, hands scrambling to unlock the door.

When it swung open, she saw his mouth about to move, about to explain, but she didn't give him a chance. Caroline leapt up into Klaus' arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her lips found his instantly. She sucked and bit, shoving her tongue between his teeth, clinging like a vine to his body until she was breathless.

Seeming to go along with it, Klaus slammed the door closed with his foot and clutched Caroline's behind to keep her close. His mouth moved with hers as if they'd been doing this all of their lives, but truthfully, she felt like she'd never kissed him so vigorously.

"Sofa?" He asked between kisses, not waiting for a response before he threw her onto the couch.

Caroline looked up at him. At his tired face and worn eyes, which now glowed with lust. He tore off his t-shirt, flinging it somewhere behind him. Caroline heard it land softly on the floor.

He bent down, covering her body with his, moving his lips and tongue all up and down her throat. Moments later, he crouched at the opposite end of the sofa, lips connected to her nightgown-clad stomach. Peering at her, Klaus began sliding the garment up, slapping kisses whenever a new spot of skin was uncovered.

Caroline shivered beneath him, trembling with need. His mouth was so warm against her skin. So much for not being able to feel hot and cold.

When he reached her naval, he dipped his tongue in and around it, and she cried out, her hands tugging at his hair. He grinned against her stomach, but she didn't have the strength to slap him.

Pushing the nightgown up and over her breasts, Klaus tore the whole thing off of her, his eyes planted on her full chest. Klaus had the amazing ability to make Caroline feel like the most beautiful creature on earth, and when he stared at her like that, like he couldn't believe she was really there, it made her want to explode with happiness.

Bending down, the hybrid laved her breasts with his tongue, grumbling appreciatively when her nipples puckered against his tongue. Caroline squirmed beneath him, her fingernails scraping up his back and into his hair.

"I missed you," she gasped as he moved to her other breast.

Klaus jerked up for a moment, a gentle smile curving his lips. "I missed you too."

He leaned closer, pressing his lips firmly against hers in the sweetest kiss. Caroline's eyes fluttered closed.

"Pants," she mumbled against his lips, grappling with the belt of his jeans. "Off."

With some help from Klaus, she managed to shove his trousers and his boxers down in one movement. She almost wanted to high five him, but thought that would kill the very sexy mood they had going on at the moment.

Climbing back over her, Klaus started nudging her underwear over her hips at a quick pace. Before she knew it, they had joined the large pile of clothing beside them.

Caroline sighed in content as Klaus and his expert, painters fingers trailed around her sex. Her hips moved of their own accord, searching for something more.

"Klaus," Caroline whined when Klaus' fingers slunk further down.

"Yes," he responded, and suddenly she was full.

Completely and utterly full. Of Klaus. Of his unspoken love for her.

She clenched her eyelids shut, basking in the wholeness she felt. She was not a jagged, broken vampire baby when Klaus was with her. She was a queen. Someone who ruled over her own little world. Over him, even.

She was complete with him, she always would be. And it would never be truly easy. Both of them still had such horrible problems they needed to fix.

But here, with him, everything was right. Everything was mended.

"My phone's dead," Caroline complained the next day. She picked up the device and put it on the kitchen table.

Klaus gave it once over, pushing his breakfast plate to the centre of the table. "Why?" He looked at her, smiling when he saw she was wearing nothing but his shirt.

She scowled at him. "It's your fault. I forgot to hang up when you showed up at the door."

"How is that my fault?" Klaus asked, obviously holding back a laugh.

"Well, because," Caroline huffed, sitting on Klaus' lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "If you hadn't showed up completely out of the blue like you did, I would've remembered to hang it up."

Smoothing his hands up Caroline's back, Klaus gave her a full on smirk. "Sweetheart, I wasn't the one who thought it would be a good idea to have sex before I even walked through the door."

"No, but you surprised me by just . . . showing up. With no warning."

"I wanted to surprise you!" He defended, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Admit it, it was a good surprise," he dared her.

Caroline rolled her eyes, loving the way his lips felt against her skin. "I never said it wasn't a good surprise."

Klaus held her closer. "It was the best surprise. For both of us, I think. Who knew you were such a sex-crazed vampire?"

"Shut up." Caroline smacked him lightly on top of his head. "You know you love it."

"Mm," he growled. "I do."

A/N 2: Thoughts? Anyone? ...Bueller?

I'll be posting the third part of London Calling pretty soon. By next week, hopefully.

Alright, that's it for me for the time being. Thanks so much!

-LoveIsATemple