Battlestar Galactica

At the moment, Hera Agathon was mouth-frakking with Joseph Adama and it was very quickly going to turn into real frakking except for one small thing.

She couldn't stop thinking about Anne. Anne and Nicky. Anne and Nicky MARRIED.

She gently pushed Joseph away from her and wiped at her lips, blushing slightly. "Sorry." She sat up in the rack they were in, and looked at him with very serious eyes.

He didn't know. He couldn't know, not yet. But she'd promised her best friend that she wouldn't say anything...

"Joe," she started, "I can't do this. Not now. Not while there's this thing hanging over both of our heads." She looked away, hating herself because she knew she made absolutely no sense at all.

Thinking of Anne and Nicky married, she started playing with an imaginary ring around her own finger, and waited to see if Joe understood her or not.

((Open to Joe!))