~BSG: Screwed
The battle line between them had been drawn.
Roslin: So, who's going to go first?
Well, he would, obviously. If he ever managed to get her in bed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out. Not the first time, anyway.
Adama: Oh, the tests, right. Well, I think people in sensitive positions should go first.
Roslin: I completely agree. How about you?
She wanted him. He could see it in her eyes; hear it in her voice.
Adama: Excuse me?
Roslin: If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.
She wanted him. He’d caught her checking out his ass on more than one occasion. She was so transparent.
Adama: If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.
The first time he met her he knew he certainly was.
Roslin: Seriously. I do think that you should go first. Show everyone in the Fleet that they can trust the people at the top.
On top. He definitely wanted her on top.
Adama: Then maybe you should go first. [Pause] All right. I'll go first.
Her reaction, her expression-priceless.
Roslin: I think that's good. I do.
And he was thinking bad. Very, very bad.
William Adama rolled the hard six.
~finis~