Short Zax oneshot inspired by the Rangers V Celtic Scottish Cup Semi-Final Old Firm Match today, set when Zoe and Max were happy before they got engaged and moved in together. Please review, I know it's quite bad I threw it together in a hurry but hope you enjoy anyway. Nicola xox

'So…' He said, leaning against the wall beside her in their well known smoking spot. 'What you up to tomorrow?'

'Me? Watching football at home with a curry and bottle of expensive wine.' She replied looking at him before stubbing out her cigarette.

'Football? You? I've known you for how many years? Yet this is something I have only just found out!'

'Not usually but it's the Scottish Cup Semi-Final. When I was younger I lived up there for a while so following the football is something I've always done.'

Max could feel the grin on his face widening the more she told him. This was definitely the woman for him. 'Please, god please, tell me you're Celtic.'

'Nope.' Suddenly his face dropped at her reply. 'Always been a Rangers girl myself. Come over, we can watch it together.'

'Yeah but...I mean...you're Rangers and I'm Celtic...slightly awkward…' Zoe just shrugged in reply and started walking off. 'You're not even going to try and convince me?' He shouted after her.

'My flat, just us, some friendly rivalry.' She smirked as she walked back into the department knowing she would definitely be seeing her boyfriend the following day.

Sunday afternoon. In the living room of a 6th floor flat surrounded by metal cartons of unfinished curry, bottles of half drunk beer and the sound of an old firm derby, the loved up couple lay submerged in each other, only to be disturbed by the sound of the full-time whistle.

Sitting up quickly Max scanned the TV for any indicator that his team had won...with no luck. 'It's gone to penalties!'

'Nice to know I'm second best.' Zoe mumbled as she sat up, fixing her blouse. 'Penalties eh? We'll win that no bother.'

'Ha. So you might like to think.'

'Oh yeah? I feel a bet coming on.' Zoe smirked knowing that this would definitely go her way. 'Rangers win, you have to be my very own naked butler.'

'Fine. But if Celtic win, you have to do whatever I want in there.' Max smirked pointing to the bedroom before holding his hand out. 'Deal?'

'Deal.' Zoe shook his hand before turning her full attention to the remainder of the game.

Several hours later, Zoe lay in bed watching a film, waiting for the glass of wine she had asked for 20 minutes ago. She rang the small metal bell that lay on her bedside table.

'Come on, I'm parched!' She shouted through to the kitchen. At that moment Max walked in, wearing nothing but an apron. Zoe took the wine and drank it, smirking at the look on Max's face.

'What's with the apron Zo? I didn't agree to this.'

'Take it off then. I prefer you without it anyway.'

'But I'll freeze!' Max's eyes widened at the thought.

'Don't worry I'll keep you warm.' Zoe smirked and drank her wine. 'I don't half love football.' She mumbled to herself before pulling her boyfriend onto the bed beside her.

I know it's slightly on the short side but like I said, it's something I threw together quickly. Hope you enjoyed!