“So why do we get dragged to the First Annual FBI Christmas Party? And might I add what a dumb idea that is in the first place. Formal dress, black tie, a bunch of boring federal agents pretending to be interesting for a night. And very convenient, about a hundred of us all in one place. Hope they haven’t received any bomb threats.”
Oh dear. I'm so scatterbrained right now I shouldn't even be allowed on the internet without supervision. This is my brain without drugs. 😀 I am persisting though, otherwise there'd be no updates until at least mid-January when I start taking my new medication. Wash out periods suck.
Anyhoo, the foreword of this fic mentions Fire and Ice by Jennifer Stoy. I quickly posted it here last night, then just now realised that it's already included in Shippers Digest 6: FBI Ball edition. I'm removing the standalone version, because there's no point having it here twice. However, I'll keep the html version of Fire and Ice here for easy reference, should you be curious.
This is a very early example of smutty MSR, written in 1995. It starts with the ever-popular FBI Ball trope before Scully takes Mulder to a cabin in a ski resort area to avoid being alone for Christmas. There's a little angst mixed in as roughage. Enjoy.