I could say I don’t even know why I was frakking him in the first place, but that’s not true at all. I know exactly why I was frakking him.
He was there. He wanted me, and I wanted to frak. It was convenient. Because yeah, sometimes I frak people because it’s convenient. Maybe that makes me a bad person. I’m sure it makes me a bitch, but that’s nothing new.
Anyway, it’s not like he had any interest in me besides a good frak. Seems like Gaius Baltar is probably as big of a fan of … convenience … as I am. He’d been eyeing me up for weeks and I just wasn’t in the mood to resist.
Besides, I looked hot that night. Would’ve been ashame to go home alone.
So I went home with the Vice President. And we frakked. And … it wasn’t bad. Somehow the whole thing might’ve been less embarassing if it had been bad, but it wasn’t.
Maybe it’s for the best that I frakked up so spectacularly, because then it was clear from early on that there wouldn’t be a repeat performance. That’s the last thing I need on my resume - an ongoing affair with Gaius frakking Baltar.
I called him Lee. If I hadn’t been so humiliated it would’ve been funny - I’m sure his expression was priceless, but I don’t even remember. Lucky for me, I guess, that that’s not exactly a story I was worried he’d repeat - not the kind of thing you brag to your buddies about. Oh, maybe he told people that he frakked me, but I don’t care about that.
I wasn’t worried that he’d tell anyone, but I just … I didn’t want him to know. That one moment, that one slip, and he knew so much - so much more than he deserved to know. I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want to know.
Learned a valuable lesson that night. If I’m not frakking the person I want to be frakking, I need to damned well keep quiet.
Muse: Kara Thrace
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word count: 344