Authors note: Thanks for the reviews and the votes ka-mia2286 and Mercy 56, love it is. Although nothing too fluffy(I hope). Also Thank You Coolcarmellow. I am also a Faith Wesley shipper, and I am thinking about writing a fanfic about them, but faith has too many issues to be resigned to the role of a minor character, which the plot demands her(and Wesley to be). However Wesley will find happiness(i.e. a wife) in this story.
Angel POV:
"Liam be quite," Willow said, as she pulled on a sweater.
Willow is the only one who calls me Liam. I have never asked her why, but it all started the day Stella asked what my real name was.
"We are going to be late" I whined. After six years, I know exactly how to push willows buttons. Pleading is effective, but whining is foolproof "It's her first game"
"It's just Hockey" Willow said, as she put another layer of lipstick on. "Do you even like hockey?"
That was beside the point. "Willow just hurry up" I said, as Cordy entered the room, wearing a long black skirt, and a low cut red blouse with some of kind of disgusting floral pattern on it.
"Angel calm down" Cordy said, straitening out her skirt.
"You know were going to a hockey game, not the ballet?" I asked, trying not to sound too alarmed.
"I have a date" Cordy said with a smile, and a half spin "so the location's kind of irrelevant"
"And the fact that the temperature will be negative three, is irrelevant too? " I interjected.
"Our love will keep us warm" Cordy said, although at this point she picked up one of willows numerous sweaters, and slipped it on. Checking in the mirror to make sure it matched the skirt.
"What love? Have you even met him before?" I said, genuinely concerned, Cordellia's like a younger sister to me. An annoying, shallow, fashion obsessed younger sister, but still a sister.
"Well" Cordy volunteered "I needed a date and he's rich, so naturally it was love at first sight."
"Why do you need a date?' Willow asked.
"Well Wesley's got Elizabeth, so. . ." Cordilia shrugged her shoulders, and left the room. Assuming that we innately knew the answer.
"Shall we" I said ushering willow towards the door, Slipping naturally into an imitation of Bobby Darien. Because around Willow, almost everything came naturally.
She smiled, and then giggled at my antiquated English "Yes we shell".
Before she stepped out the door, she stood on her tiptoes, and lightly touched her lips to mine, but only for a moment. Then she stood back and blushed. The kind of full body blush that only the Irish (even the Jewish Irish) can have.
I stammered for a second her lips had interfered with my brain, and my hands. Willow ran towards the car. Leaving me there to think. In till the phones rings interrupted my trance. I grabbed at the old black phone picked it up and answered.
"Angel investigations, we help the hopeless"
"Hi" the lady on the other end murmured, "I need help". The voice on the other end was calm. The kind of voice that the rich acquire after a lifetime, of doing nothing but talking.
"With what?" My voice tends to bother the rich, because I once was wealthy, and now I am not.
"We have a ghost. It's dreadful, it moans at night and it smells awful, can you come and get rid of it"
"We will do that, when do you need our services"
The women laughed, "Well right now of course, we live at 56 cla…"
"Excuse me, we can visit you tomorrow. But tonight we already have work."
"Well, it's a one night offer, other wise we can wait for a TV personality to do a proper job."
"fine" I said and hung up the phone. I was late now I had to go. I had never given up a job before. But there is a difference between my mission, and wealthy peoples disillusions. At least I hope there was
Seconds before Intermission at the hockey game:
"You would have thought that Stella would have inherited some, strength or skill from Buffy and Spike " Willow whispered into my ear as Stella, fell on the ice, yet again. Willow's question was tentative, obviously she felt a little awkward too.
"Actually before Spike was a vampire, he was a weak klutzy, human" I whispered, in willow's ear.
"Great" Willow replied. Just the whisper in my ear felt sensual after the kiss. But I am sure she didn't feel the same. After all willow is gay, and I am a Man (or a vampire with masculine parts, if you want to be nitpicky).
The buzzer went off signaling intermission (or whatever you call the midpoint in a hockey game). My vampire hearing makes hockey games rather painful. The players skated off the ice, I glance over at Cordy, who was flirting shamelessly with a young hockey dad, and ignoring, her date Mr. wealthy. Then I looked at the other end of the row, wear Wesley and Elizabeth, were kissing.
When Wesley withdrew from the kiss, he reached it too his pocket, why would he do something bizarre like that in the middle of the kiss? Wesley had become quite the smoker (thanks to Elizabeth's chain smoking habits), but he wasn't that desperate.
Wesley went down on one knee. Elizabeth smiled quizzically, and all of a sudden it hit me Wesley was going to propose. I was surprised, it didn't seem like they had been dating very long, but then again I lived with Darla for a hundred years and we never even considered getting married, then again prostitutes, vampires, and churches rarely mix.
I nudged willow so that she wouldn't miss the moment. Plus I had to show off, that finally I had noticed something first. Willow turned towards the scene just as, Wesley popped the question.
Elizabeth looked dazed for a second then smiled, a rare event for the ordinarily tough bartender. "Yes I will".
Cordy clapped and twisted towards us showing me that she had her camcorder out and that she had been filming the whole thing. Wesley had planned this? At a hockey rink? So much for me being observant, Or Wesley being logical. Why propose at a loud cold hockey rink? Maybe Elizabeth likes Hockey? Oh well I will ask him later.
Please review: Next Chapter, Are mirror's ever kind to women? Don't worry it's a serious chapter, not a misguided attempt on my part to write humor.