This is the last chapter guys, but it ends on how I thought readers would want it too end. I think this chapter should be rated M but I'm going to warn you before hand because I don't think that the rest of the fic is. So apologies for the smut, if it's not your cup of tea, you don't have to read :-).

Finally Max was back in Holby and Nick wasn't, he'd flown back to Michigan the next day after his last evening with Zoe. Max tutted as a knock on the front door interrupted the football game he was vaguely watching, reluctantly dragging himself up and off the sofa, he opened the door. Before him stood a rather beautiful looking Zoe, dressed in the tightest of jeans flattering her in all the right places, a casual but smart black blouse finished with her favourite nude high heels. Zoe inhaled a deep breath as the door swung open, Max mirrored her standing position, wearing only his jeans and a cigarette he gripped between his lips. The awkward silence that fell between them was broken by Max who spoke first.

"Zoe" he gasped; he hadn't expected her to arrive this early, he'd only came back home last night.

"Can I come in?" she asked timidly. He nodded, noting she was holding a piece of paper behind her back as she walked past him. The tension between them was tense, both wanted to say so much but struggled to find the correct words.

"He's gone" Zoe stated, Max immediately knowing who she was talking about. He was in limbo, part of him wanted to grab and hold her, the other part of him wanted shout in her face about how much she hurt him. Zoe Hanna fastly became his drug, he gets high from her love and he's addicted to her. Sighing deeply, Max hung his head, staring at the floor; waiting for the words to say to appear on the laminate flooring.

"How long for? He's still your husband" he contradicted, not wanting his hopes to be raised just to crash again.

Taking a brave step towards him, she revealed the item she'd been holding behind her back. "Max, he's never coming back. These are signed divorce papers"

Grabbing the paper from her hand, his eyes scanned through; he didn't have a clue what he was reading, he just looking for evidence of what she's saying.

Waiting anxiously for his reaction, she met his eyes as he looked up. Dropping the papers on the sofa, he pulled her in by her waist, their lips instantly crashing. His hands gripped her bum as their tongues fought.

"Am I forgiven?" Zoe asked breathlessly as she broke their kiss, but not their embrace.

"Maybe" he smirked "you've still got some making up to do, but right now, I want to show you how much I love you."

Taking her hand, he led her upstairs. Backing her on the bed, he used his arms to support himself over her as he kissed her tenderly, this time he didn't want their usual furious bouts of sex, he wanted to show her how gentle and passionate he can be. Their lips broke apart momentarily as he lifted her top over her head, tracing kisses down her sternum and torso leading his hands to her jeans, he unfastened the button and pulled down the zip, pulling her denim down her legs irritatingly slow as she kicked off her heels. Returning his attention back to her lips, Zoe mirrored his action and removed his jeans, leaving them both in their underwear.

Leaving bite marks over her collar bones, Max relished in the sighs that passed her lips. He smugly unclasped her bra with one go, discarding of it as he threw it over his shoulder. Kissing his way back down her abdomen, he gripped her panties between his teeth, pulling the lace down her legs, adding to the pile of her clad collecting on the floor. Taking the initiative to take his own underwear off at the same time, he climbed back on top of Zoe, they were now both naked. Forget the age gap, forget the job difference and what's left is two people who love each other very much, although it was hard for other people to accept, Zoe and Max had gotten to the point where they didn't care, they only cared for one another.

Drawing her knees up and wrapping her legs around him in a routine they had perfected, Max lined his hips with Zoe's, gradually pushing into her. As their hips grinded together, they both let out simultaneous groans, Zoe held onto to Max's shoulders, every so often digging her nails into his back when he hit that spot. As their coupling came to a welcome end, Max rested his forehead against hers, panting into each other mouths as they composed theirselves after both climaxing together.

Laying in bed face to face they spoke directly into each other's eyes, the duvet pooling around their waists.

"I am sorry I never told you about Nick"

"It doesn't matter now, all that matters is us" he replied, pulling her to his chest.

"Does your proposal still stand?" she asked, resting her head on his defined torso.

"Of course" he grinned, "will you marry me?"

"Yes" she beamed, smiling into his mouth as he kissed her.

Please leave a review and thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story and reviewed etc. Big thanks to all of you. I'm finishing this fic because I want it to end happy and I've no fresh ideas on where it can go, but, I will be updating my Zick one more and I might even start another so keep a look out for it! x