John had felt an attraction growing between them for quite some time. He knew he respected her, knew they had a decent friendship going, and there were times when he found himself wondering about more.

He'd stayed at arms distance - unsure of how to proceed, unsure of what her reaction might be and even unsure of what he really wanted. He'd never been the guy with any interest in settling down. He would always be the adventurer. He would always be out of the fringe, whether the Antarctic or the Pegasus Galaxy.

He knew lust. He'd experienced and given in to it a few times. This certainly wasn't lust.

They're first kiss hadn't been anything like he'd thought it would be - dare he say, hoped it would be.

And the way his stomach flipped when she blushed, looking away and not quite meeting his eye when she told him that they didn't need to speak of it again, he knew he was in love.

BAD.