First of all, I wanted to thank you all for your kinds words. Really put a smile on my face and got me up and going for some more writing. I was about to let go of writing in English, it's so demanding for my small mind. But I have so much ideas lol since i got back to watch the show to pass the time during the quarantine.

Gaeta's POV

Felix had always been a dreamer, an idealist, in every aspect of his life. And, because of that, he was an eternal romantic. Maybe that's why he was still single. He wanted to Love, and to be loved, truly loved. Even though it still had to happen to him, he enjoyed seeing that particular feeling develop for others. He craved to see devouring passions, to see intimacy and affection. Somehow, it filled the gap in his heart. That day, he had a meeting with Adama and the President. He smiled, he was eager to witness the growing affection between the two leaders.

He walked down Galactica's corridor, eager for his meeting in Adama's quarters. The hatch was already opened, he knocked but didn't wait for an answer to enter. He walked inside and took sight of the pair. Reports scattered on his desk, the Admiral was examining them from his leather chair. The President was standing behind him, her left arm supporting her whole weight against his right shoulder, the other one holding a piece of paper against the desk, their faces only centimeters apart. Felix smiled, that was interesting enough! He stayed back, near the door, not wanting them to notice his presence just yet. He was under the impression the two leaders didn't notice their intense proximity and he didn't want them to do so on his account.

Roslin sighed, frustrated. « I can't read a frakking thing! » And threw the paper back on the desk. She didn't move back from her position, she even got closer, resting her chin against her own hand on the man's shoulder.

« It's okay Laura, I can read it for you. » His voice was softer than usual, almost apologetic. And he started reading.

« It's driving me frakking insane. I can't even see the frakking maps, I can't see a frakking thing without my frakking glasses! » She said, vehemently, once he was finished. She used her hand on his shoulder to straighten behind him, fuming. Gaeta was a bit taken back by her langage, not used to hear her like that. Adama, on the other hand, found it quite amusing and was laughing. She shoved him in the arm before turning her head to him, smiling, playfull.

« Come on, step closer, I'll lend you mine. » The old man circled her waist with his right arm and moved her in front of him, keeping her between his parted legs, like she belonged there, like he had done it millions of times. She turned slightly, reached his glasses from his nose and donned them on. A small gesture, her hands on his face, their gaze locked but one Gaeta couldn't imagine doing with anyone in the world. It seemed so intimate, to share such a personal effect, to touch each other like that. He didn't wear glasses but he was pretty sure he would not appreciate having them on someone else's nose, it would feel like lending underwear. He remembered musing of glasses and underwear months earlier.

He was in a shuttle bringing him back from Could 9. The raptor stopped on Colonial One to allow Roslin, Baltar and Adama to board. It was soon after the president's impressive recovery. The two leaders took the first row of seats behind the pilots, their security close by. They stayed a while in the hangar bay and when they finally took off, he saw Roslin's head move freely on her shoulder, going from right to left before falling forward. It didn't take her long to fall asleep! The Admiral must have seen it. He reached for her face and took her glasses off. He folded them carefully and placed them on his breast pocket. He untangled the folder from her fingers and put it back in her bag. She didn't protest, she didn't wake. Felix wondered if he would have, maybe she was just exhausted, maybe the contact was not foreign, mabe the touch was welcomed. Then, the Old Man looked into her purse until he pulled a shawl out. A pair of black panties fell out in the process, Adama chuckled and put them back in the bag. Felix recalled his feeling of unease seeing his superior snooping in the woman's purse. He remembered his mother scolding his father to never look into a woman's purse. And he had to make her underwear fall in the process! Maybe the rumors were true after all, Adama sure didn't seem very moved to have such a piece of clothing in his hands. After that, Felix had kept his eyes on them for the rest of the flight. Roslin's head kept on moving around. The Admiral put his arm around her, moving her cheek to rest on his shoulder. With his other hand and some help from one of her guards, he wrapped the shawl around her. By the time they reached the thyllium ship, Adama had his own head resting on top of the woman's and was snoring quietly. A small smile graced both their faces. They finally approached Galactica and one of the guards woke Adama. The old man yawned and stretched consciously of the woman resting against him. He shook her gently, talking near her ear. She moved her eyes to him, still sleepy, unguarded. She smiled at him, a real smile that enlightened her face, sparkles in her eyes. Something the young lieutenant would qualify as pure adoration and tenderness. And, at that moment, Felix felt nearly as lucky as Adama.

« Gods, Bill, those are magnifying lenses, not glasses! » laughed the president, giving back the item.

« You were able to see the fracking maps, weren't you? » Smiled the Old Man. He got up and put some space between them. « Gaeta should arrive soon. » Felix chose that moment to announce himself. « Since you're here, Mr Gaeta, could you check that list and download these music to my quarters audio system? Kara told me you now have access to Pegasus library. »

Gaeta looked at the paper in his hands and then to the president. He would have thought she was more of a classic fan. He wondered if they planned to listen to it together, dance on it, maybe even make love on it. He knew he would. « Yes, sir, I'll do it right after. »