After hearing Mr. Carter say that our beloved sexually frustrated agents would indulge in some “traditional” practice on New Years Eve, and the cynical chorus of “what, singing Auld Lang Syne?” from fans, I decided we all know what we WANT them to do. This has no plot, no redeaming social values, lots of sexy Scrabble and some other games. Enjoy.
Jess brings our post-Diana-era agents back together and turns the UST up to 11, hovering there until the much-anticipated Y2K arrival. A sexy fic to counteract the recent PG postings 🙂