Laura gasped when Sam Anders stepped off the shuttle with the recently returned survivors from Caprica, his arm firmly tucked around Starbuck's waist.
Bill was the only one who noticed but he didn't think much of it, except to ask later if she'd actually been a Pyramid fan, until he saw the former player's eyes widen when he caught sight of Roslin. The boy's eyebrows damn near crawled into his head when she was introduced as the president.
Laura felt Bill's gaze on her and knew he'd seen the wordless exchange. She grabbed Tory, begged off quickly with an excuse about the campaign, and was gone before Adama could corner her for an explanation.
She knew she would have to give one eventually but she also knew that the truth - that she'd once known the hard contours of the young man's hard body when she was the Secretary of Education and Anders was even younger than he was now - would frak with his rigid sense of propriety. More to the point, she knew Bill Adama didn't like to share and it would really frak up the fleet to have him find an excuse to toss his adopted daughter's new boyfriend out the airlock.
It wasn't a one night stand, per se, more like a weekend stand plus one awkward date. She'd met the sports star at the president's dinner honoring his team's national championship win. She'd worn a short dress but Richard was too busy making eyes at one of his young staffers to notice. Anders had noticed, he couldn't keep his eyes off her legs the whole night, and she was drunk and pissed and horny by the time she walked out with him, making sure Richard knew exactly what she was planning to do.
The sex was good, she thought she remembered, or at least good enough that he stayed the night. They frakked again the next morning and he hung around for breakfast, frakked her again, and then plopped down on her couch to watch a documentary on the fight for women's suffrage. That, the fact that he wasn't a dumb jock as might have been expected, was the reason he got to stay for lunch, dinner, and a second night.
She didn't figure she'd ever hear from him again but he called the next day to ask her to a proper dinner. It was adorable how he picked her up, brought flowers, and made a reservation at one of Caprica's finest restaurants. However it had somehow leaked and there were paparazzi surrounding the place when they arrived, eager to catch a glimpse of the nation's most famous Pyramid star and get the scoop on the lucky lady that would arrive on his arm.
They ended up fleeing and sharing spicy noodle dishes at a Little Tauron hole in the wall where he knew the owners. There they rationally came to the conclusion that it was impossible for the Secretary of Education to date someone so young, so high profile. They frakked one last time, against the wall in her foyer, when he brought her home. She'd never seen or even really thought about him since then.
Therefore, she decided, there was no reason to incur the wrath and judgement of Bill Adama over a few meaningless fraks years ago.
She felt just a little bit guilty when it was Captain Apollo she summoned to Colonial One to teach her enough about Pyramid so she could fake being a fan.