I realized today that I posted the outtake for Diplomacy in the actual story, but didn't do the same for Extra Credit, so if you don't actually follow my drabbles you wouldn't know they existed. There are two, and here is the first one.

I was asked for an outtake showing when Klaus and Caroline say "I love you" for the first time, since it never happens in the actual story. This takes place at the very end of Chapter 9. It's short, but I hope you like it.

"Niklaus," she breathed as he entered her, her body shuddering with his uncharacteristically slow movements.

His hands stroked her hips lightly as he softly slanted his lips against hers, the gentle brush of his palms against her skin igniting a spread of warm, pleasurable heat across her body. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she moaned into his mouth, her breathing ragged when he moved his hips to her jaw, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against her neck, his cock still filling her so perfectly with every thrust.

She angled her hips to pull him deeper, moaning loudly as he tweaked her nipples as he moved inside her, his tongue still dancing across the sensitive skin of her neck. "You are so beautiful," he mumbled, his lips stroking her cheek as he spoke.

She felt her orgasm welling up inside her, tension building in her core, and she let her head fall back against their pillows as she came around him, moaning his name softly.

He came shortly after, cuddling her against him as soon as he rolled off of her. They laid there for awhile, not moving or speaking, and Caroline was just about to drift off when she heard him take a breath to say something.

"I mean it, you know."

"Mean what?"

"I love you."

She tensed, turning around in his arms to face him. "That's ridiculous."

"Why?" he asked, apparently genuinely confused.

"All we do is have sex. We almost never talk."

"That's not true at all."

"I mean, we have dinner together and watch movies when you're up here, which you are more often now that you stopped teaching, but do you really know anything about me?"

"Of course. Ask me anything."

"What's my favorite color?"

He rolled his eyes. "You don't have one, but if people do that thing that you find incredibly annoying where they say you have to pick one, you usually say blue. Harder question please, sweetheart."

"That was a test question."

He smiled slightly while she bit her lip, thinking.

She huffed. "If I was alone on a desert island and I could bring only one thing, what would it be?"

"A boat," he said dryly.

The conversation continued on for about three minutes, and she was honestly surprised that he knew this much. "Fine, so you know about me, but I don't know anything about you."

"I'm sure you know more than you think. What do you want to know?"

"Where are you from?"

"Chicago."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Five. Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik."

"Where did you go to college?"

"Yale."

She continued peppering him with questions about him and his childhood and realized that he was right. Everything she was asking him were things she mostly knew or had guessed.

"Why do you love me?" she asked quietly.

"I'm not sure. I know that's not exactly the most romantic answer in the world, but there's something about you that just…fits. You make me happy, and I enjoy spending time with you, and I have never once been bored when in your presence, no matter what we were doing or talking about."

"Low standards."

He laughed quietly. "I don't know. I find it quite hard to find anyone that feels natural and right for me to be around," he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"You feel right to me too," she admitted, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

She felt him smile against her hair. "I'm glad."

"I might love you too, I think."

"You don't sound very certain," he teased.

"That's because I'm not," she said, smiling slightly. "I feel like I'm a bit young to know what love is quite yet. I think I could be certain, though. Someday."

"Take as long as you need. I'll always be here."

"Oh, really?" she asked, fighting down a smile.

"Yes. Really. I wake up and think that I'm as in love with you as I could possibly be, and then wake up the next morning proven completely wrong. I'll wait for you to catch up."

"How do you know that I will?"

He shifted next to her so that his forehead was resting against hers. "I don't. But I think you will too. Someday."

She smiled.

XXX

"I love you too," she said abruptly seven months later, making Klaus nearly drop the plate he was rinsing off into the sink.

He quickly seemed to get his bearings after her initial statement, setting the plate down and turning to her. "Do you?"

She nodded.

His smile was almost predatory, and she felt the familiar stab of arousal to her core as he pressed his body against hers, palms cupping her ass under her dress, his tongue, lips, and teeth roughly taking her mouth. "Say it again," he growled against her lips.

"I love you, too."

"Again," he demanded, two fingers pressing into her soaking pussy.

"I love you, too."

"Again," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist, her arms going around his shoulders.

"I love you, too."

"Again."

"You're going to hear it every day for as long as you'll have me. You don't have to ask."

"Oh, I'll have you, my love…"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please, please review :)
Hugs!
-Angie