Cordy let out a small squeak as she was suddenly picked up and moved elsewhere. Vampire strength. But then Angel's arms were around her again and he was kissing her in a way that was so sweet it almost hurt.
Then the damn beeper went off.
She should have seen it coming. There was no way that the Apocalypse would leave them alone for just one freaking evening.
Shrugging at his apology, Cordy picked up her sweater and pulled it back on. "It's fine. I guess since there's no rest for the wicked, we don't get any rest either, right?"
She bit her lip, unsure. She did want to go with him. Maybe it was important, maybe they could use her help with whatever it was, and she enjoyed being near Angel. But then again, a hot bath to soothe away her tension also sounded pretty damn tempting.
In the end, the world won out over the hot bath. Didn't it always? She pulled her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. "Sure. Lead the way."