Word Count: 100
Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.
Summary: Cordy was cold.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.
Author's Note: Written for whedonland's dribble drabble challenge.
Angel opened the door to the room he shared with Cordy on the second floor of the Hyperion Hotel. Cordy was lying in bed, blankets pulled up to her chin.
"What's wrong, Cordy?" he asked, worry coloring his voice.
"I'm cold," she whispered, teeth chattering. "I'm so cold."
Angel pulled back the blankets and crawled in beside her. He opened his arms to her, an invitation. She accepted, snuggling into his arms with a sigh.
"I'll take care of you, Cordy."
"You always do."
She fell asleep in the arms of the man she loved, a smile on her face.