Its just fluff really.. XD, enjoy!

"Max?" Zoe mumbled as she called for Max as she wakened, lengthening her arm across his side of the bed to feel for him. The cold, empty sheets told her he wasn't there and had obviously been gone a while. Pulling on Max's top she always wore when she stayed at his house over her head to cover her naked skin, she followed the smell of coffee downstairs to the kitchen where she found Max, cooking them both breakfast.

"So this is where you went" Zoe said as she crept up behind him, her arms sliding around his waist as stood at the cooker flipping over pieces of bacon, wearing only his boxers.

"Morning" Max chirped, turning around to face Zoe as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer, her arms loosely looping around his neck "you were supposed to stay in bed, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed"

"Who are you and what have you done with the real Max Walker" Zoe chuckled. For a young lad, Max was ever so romantic, he'd buy her the odd bunch of flowers if he had any money of which Zoe always adored and properly thanked him for.

"Oh, so you don't want the beautifully cooked and maybe a bit burnt food I've made you?" Max raised his eyebrows teasingly, lowering his head down for his lips to meet hers.

"Uh huh" Zoe mumbled against "why don't we go back to bed and we can have a different type of breakfast" she added, toying with the waistband of his boxers. Max grinned against her lips as Zoe let out an incredibly dirty laugh. Too involved with Max's lips, Zoe failed to feel his hands wondering down to the bottom of his top she wore, lifting it up to show her bare bottom.

"I don't think I'm that hungry anymore" Zoe smirked, playing with the straggly hair at the back of his neck. Knowing of her exact thoughts, Max turned the cooker off before grabbing Zoe's legs and lifting her up as if she weighed nothing, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried her upstairs, disappearing between the sheets.

"So tell me again why you didn't go to work today?" Zoe questioned Max as she took a drag of their shared cigarette before handing it back to him, moulding into his side as he held her protectively.

"ill" Max smiled as she looked up at him, rolling her eyes softly as a smile cornered her lips.

"What was that?" Zoe asked after hearing the front door slam shut, lifting her head from Max so she could hear the muffled voiced more clearer. As she faced Max, both their eyes widened as they heard they stairs creek, footsteps getting louder and what sounds like Robyn's voice calling Max's name.

"Shit" Max cursed, dropping the fag into an empty beer bottle as Zoe jumped out of the bed, kicking her shoes and discarded clothes from the previous night underneath the bed before hiding herself.

"Where were you today?" Robyn asked a shifty looking Max as she barged into his room uninvited. As much as he loved his sister, she was increasingly nosey, always poking around in his private life.

"I didn't feel very well this morning" he replied like a school boy, pulling the duvet up to his chin as he raised his hand to his forehead wincing as he pretended to be in pain.

"It's called a hangover, Max" she replied shaking her head, standing with her hands on her hips. As her eyes scanned the messy room, she noted the black laced knickers on the floor, "you've got a girl in here, haven't you?" Robyn tutted as she rolled her eyes - she should have guessed.

Still hiding, Zoe cursed to herself that she'd forgotten to hide her underwear with the rest of her belongings - was Robyn about to find out?Controlling her now heavy breathing, Zoe listened closely as Max replied to his sister, anxious of what excuse he'd give.

"Okay, yes I do and this is pretty awkward so if you don't mind" he replied, nodding his head towards the bedroom room gesturing Robyn to leave.

"Next time, make sure your tart is gone by the time I come home" Robyn ordered, fed up of finding strange women in her house that Max had brought back, but what she didn't realise was she knew this woman very well.

Zoe grimaced at the various items underneath Max's bed - typical lad, she thought to herself. After hearing the door close, she crawled back out, sitting on the floor for a moment as she looked at Max, both bursting into laughter. The danger of getting caught gave their relationship excitement, they wanted to know they could get caught.

Shuffling back into Max's side Zoe said, "did she call me a tart?"

"Yeah" Max confirmed, laughing at Zoe's frown forming "only because she doesn't know it's you, and you're not a tart" he said, kissing Zoe's forehead before her lips, towering over her as her hands cupped his neck as they once again got lost under the covers.

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