A/N Just a little... thing that's been a-buzzing in my head for a while. A what-if Endeavour and Joan had met before, in their teens. Perhaps she spent a summer with an aunt who lived nearby to the Morse's or something. that's how i see it anyway. Enjoy!
The first day Constable Morse met Joan Thursday he was polite, even a little stand-offish. A little awkward perhaps. DI Thursday put it down to nerves and reluctance to cross any boundaries by being too friendly with his boss' daughter. He did not put it down to the flashback-dream that Morse was treated to late that night, in the safety of his bed.
"Joanie…" Endeavour, sixteen and going through that lanky stage, whispered, gazing at her, standing next to his bed in the semi-darkness. She must've snuck in the window, he thought, dimly.
"Got you alone at last, Dev…" sixteen year old Joan Thursday somehow knew how to purr it just right, so that it shot straight to his groin, and she did nothing to make him feel any less flustered as she stepped in closer, never breaking eye contact as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. It was impossible to say who initiated the heated kiss that followed, but, as Joan sank back on to his bed and Endeavour followed, on his knees and one hand above her, it was fair to say that they both knew where it would end…
Morse woke up panting, drenched in sweat, his pants shamefully sticky.
"Dammit!" He cursed, punching the pillow as he dropped, belly first back into bed after changing. Cumming in his pants like some oversexed bloody teenager! It was ridiculous. She was just another girl. That she had been his first should not make that much difference surely?!
End note: this is my first endeavour fanfic, so please review, i need all the help i can get ;) xx