Buffy sat on a lounge chair on the deck of the pool at Angel's camp. She watched as Angel and another counselor played water polo with a group of kids.

Angel noticed her watching him and flashed her a smile. He made his way past the kids and pulled himself out of the pool. "This is a surprise," he said as he walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss, making sure to be careful in front of the kids. His boss, Rick, was watching them closely.

"What? You're not happy to see me?" She pouted.

"No, I'm just surprised. I thought you were working at the café."

"We closed early. When's your next break?" she asked, watching droplets of water trickle down his chest. She unconsciously licked her lips.

Angel realized what she was looking at and grabbed a Winnie the Pooh towel to dry himself off with. "I have a lunch break in twenty minutes. Think you can wait that long?"

Buffy reached into her bag and pulled out a book.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"I Know This Much Is True, by Wally Lamb. It's pretty good so far. Now get back to work before I get you in trouble." She nodded her head toward Rick, who was still watching them.

"I'll be back," he said and gave her another quick kiss.

Buffy leaned back and read her book.

Twenty minutes later, Rick blew a whistle and called all the kids out of the pool. After all the kids had changed back into their clothes, another counselor took them back to the playground and Angel sat down next to Buffy.

"Did I get you in trouble?" she asked.

"No. Rick won't care unless a parent sees us. He's cool." He kissed her twice, lightly, before lifting his head to smile at her. "God, I was dying to do that."

"Really?" She smiled flirtatiously.

"Uh huh." He brought his hand up the back of her head and kissed her again while taking the butterfly clip out of her hair.

"Angel, give that back. It's my mom's," she protested. "Come in and get it," he said as he jumped into the pool.

"I can't. I don't have my swimsuit."

"Come on, Buffy, break some rules. Go in your clothes. I'd tell you to go naked, but I like my job."

"What the hell," she mumbled to herself and jumped in after him.

He laughed and put the clip back in her hair perfectly.

She dunked him and he pulled her under with him. He dragged her to the edge of the pool and pinned her against the side. Her arms crept up around his neck and she pressed closer to him, sinking into his warmth as his lips met hers. She angled her head and slipped her tongue into his mouth. His hand, which was resting lightly oh her back, slid down to her waist. She protested when he pulled away, knowing that this wasn't the best place to start a heavy make out session that could lead to other things. He rested his forehead against hers and raised a brow suggestively. "Nice shirt." He looked away politely.

"Oh God," Buffy said, looking down at her wet, white t-shirt. She covered her chest with her arms.

"I have some extra clothes in my locker," he said as he lifted himself out of the pool and helped her out. He handed her the towel he had used earlier.

Angel pulled and extra "Staff" shirt out of his locker and handed it to Buffy. "I don't have any pants for you, but give me your shirt and I'll put it in the dryer."

"Why do you guys have a dryer?" She stripped off her shirt and replaced it with Angel's. She smiled at its scent.

"I'm not sure, but we have a washer too."

She leaned against a nearby locker as he changed. "I actually came here for a reason. My dad wants to meet you. He saw the hickey that you left on my neck," she explained.

"That makes a great first impression," he said sarcastically.

"He wants you to come over for dinner. He's having his girlfriend over too."

"Yeah, I'll do it. When?"

"Tonight." "Your dad wants to meet me tonight?" He was slightly annoyed that Buffy hadn't given him an advanced warning.

"Yeah. He's leaving for Boston in the morning and we're going to L.A. next weekend. You can make it right? I kind of told him that you could." She looked at him hopefully.

"Yeah, but you owe me."

"I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you." She kissed him.

"This one's cute," Willow said. She was helping Buffy pick out a dress for her date with Angel and Mr. Giles.

Buffy looked at the tiny, low cut, red dress. "This is a dinner with my dad, Will. We're not going to a strip club."

"You're right if you were going to a strip club, we'd have to find you something that's easier to take off. Try it on."

"Fine, but I'm not buying it." Buffy made her way to the dressing room.

Three minutes later, Buffy came out wearing the dress.

"It's perfect!" Willow squealed.

"It barely covers my ass!"

"Buffy! Where'd you learn that word?" Willow gasped. Buffy rolled her eyes in response, but Willow ignored her. "Angel's going to lose it!"

"Speaking or which," Buffy smiled, "how'd things go with Oz the other night?"

"God, don't remind me. He barely kissed me. I tired to push him, but he said he wants to wait until marriage. Maybe he's not worth it."

"Willow, you can't give up. You've worked so hard."

"Yeah, but I don't want to end up like Angel. No offence, but he's been with you for like six months and still hasn't gotten anywhere. You're giving him blue balls."

Buffy blushed and looked away.

"Oh my God, you slept with Angel!"

"It's only been four months," Buffy mumbled.

"Buffy, you little slut! You had sex with Angel! Don't worry, I won't tell."

"Maybe, a little."

"A little? You guys are always fucking! That's why you're never at the Bronze anymore."

"We went last week," she said defensively.

"Before you, Angel used to go almost every night. So, how was it?"

"We're not talking about this," Buffy said, trying to end the conversation.

"Yes, we are. I want details."

"It was nice, I guess."

"Just nice? Please, we're talking about the best sex you'll ever have."

"Okay, It was killer!" She smiled. "If you've already slept with him, why are you asking me?"

"It's been a while, he might have learned some new tricks. Tell me more."

"He was so. I don't know. gentle."

"Gentle? We are talking about the same Angel right? Wow, you must really have him whipped. I still can't believe you had sex with Angel! I can't wait to tell Xander!"

Buffy shot her a warning look.

"I'm just kidding."

"That one's perfect." Buffy walked over to a light blue dress.

"I like the red one better."

Buffy ignored her and headed into the dressing to try it on.

Buffy opened the door, wearing her new blue dress, with Angel's cross necklace, and blue flip-flops. All together, she looked sweet and innocent. "Angel, hey. Come in." She stepped out of the doorway and let him in. "You look amazing." He smiled.

"So do you," she said, taking in his burgundy, button up shirt and black pants.

He gave her a quick peck, not sure is her dad was watching and handed her a single red rose.

She smiled. "You are so trying to impress my dad," she said.

"I thought about getting him a flower too, but that might have been a little weird," he joked.

"Yeah, it's more of a mom thing. You ready for the big introduction?"

"Let's get it over with."

She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. "Dad, this is Angel."

"Hello, Angel." Rupert held out his hand and Angel shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Giles."

Buffy smiled at the fact that Angel had remembered her father had a different last name that her. "So far, so good," she mumbled to herself. "And behind my father is -."

Rupert's girlfriend stepped out from behind him with a shocked expression on her face. Angel was the last person she expected Buffy to be with.

"Ms. Calendar," Angel interrupted.

"You know Jenny?"

"Yeah, Ms. Calendar taught my computer science class senior year."

"Angel was one of my best students," she said after deciding to give him a chance before she told Rupert about him.

Both Buffy and Angel were relieved that she hadn't yet mentioned his reputation at the high school.

"Dinner's ready," Rupert announced as he carried the dish of spaghetti into the dining room. "Buffy, can you bring the salad?"

"I'll get it," Angel offered.

"That's very nice of you," Jenny said, although Rupert didn't seem impressed.

Buffy put the Rose in a vase and placed it in the center of the table.

"So Angel, how old are you?" Rupert asked. "You look a lot older than Buffy."

"I'm twenty-one." He silently cursed the question. "This is really great sauce. Did you make it yourself?" Angel tried to change the subject.

"It's from a can," Mr. Giles responded dryly. "Do you go to college?"

"Next year Angel will be a junior at UC Sunnydale," Buffy proudly responded for him.

"UC Sunnydale? Did you have anything to do with Buffy's decision to go to the same college as yourself?"

"No, sir. If anything, I discouraged it. Buffy's a smart girl; she's so much better than Sunnydale.

"You don't support her decision?"

"If it's something that she really wants then I support her one hundred percent."

"Is this something that she really wants?"

"I think you should ask her that."

"It is," Buffy answered quickly. "Angel, will you pass the ranch?"

He handed her the salad dressing.

"Do you have a job?" Rupert asked, continuing his questioning.

" I work at a day camp."

"You like kids?"

"Yeah, I think they're great."

"Do you plan on having any?"

Angel nearly choked on his water. "Maybe eventually, when I'm married and have a good job, I'll start thinking about having kids."

"And when do you plan on getting married?"

"Well, I want to finish school first and be able to support a family. It wont be anytime in the near future."

"How long do you plan on dating Buffy?"

Angel glanced around the room nervously. "Well, uh, it's still to soon to think about anything serious. I guess right now, we'll just have to see where things take us," he stuttered over the longevity of their relationship.

"Are you going to ask her to marry you?"

Buffy put her hand on Angel's knee. "You don't have to answer that."

"It's alright," he looked at her reassuringly. "I would be honored to marry Buffy, but if it happens, it will be a long time from now, when I'm financially secure and can support her."

"You don't think she will be able to support herself?"

"Dad, stop! I need to talk to you in private." She stood up. "Now!"

"We're in the middle of dinner. Can't this wait?"

"No, it can't," she said as she stormed into the kitchen.

"Will you excuse me?" Rupert asked.

"Of course," Angel responded politely.

Rupert followed Buffy.

"What do you think you're doing in there? Don't you see how uncomfortable you're making him? Why can't you at least try to like my boyfriend?" she yelled angrily.

"Are you having sex with him?" he asked, ignoring her questions.

"What? That's none of your business! You're in my life for a few months and already you feel like you have the right to question me about my sex life!"

"Buffy, there's only one reason college boys date high school girls."

"No, I'm not having this conversation with you. Not now, not ever!"

Angel sat across from Jenny. He twirled his fork in his spaghetti, uncomfortably. They could clearly hear the entire conversation going on in the kitchen.

"This night's not going too well for you, is it?" Jenny said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Is it really that obvious?"

"I know Rupert may not be the world's greatest father, but he loves Buffy very much and it would kill him to see her get hurt. I'm going to make a deal with you. I won't tell him about your reputation if you promise not to break her heart."

"I would never hurt her."

"So we have a deal?"

He smiled. "Yeah, we do."

Buffy sat with Angel on her porch swing. He had one arm wrapped around her and she was leaning her head against his shoulder. After Rupert and Buffy had returned they finished their dinner in silence. Rupert went to his study to sulk and Jenny followed him, leaving Buffy and Angel to clean the dishes. After they finished, they went outside for a little fresh air.

"That could have gone worse," Angel said.

"Yeah, he could have questioned you about our sex life," she said causing him to laugh.

He kissed the top of her head and they rocked back and forth, enjoying the comfortable silence.