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Part of my Mass Christmas(ish) Post - I hope you enjoy :P Have a very Merry Christmas (If you celebrate it. If not, have a lovely day!)

Written for Sophie, for the Drabble Game - LuciusHermione, "You work too much." / "As opposed to you who doesn't do any?"

Priorities

"Come to bed, baby," he murmured, his lips pressing sensuously on the back of her neck.

She sighed, her quill pausing as she enjoyed the sensations he was causing with his lips. "I'm almost done. Half an hour," she promised.

"You work too much," he complained, his hands sliding down her sides to her hips.

"As opposed to you who doesn't do any?" she replied, the tartness taken away as she gasped in pleasure.

"Are you sure I can't do anything to convince you?"

"Lucius..."

"Hermione," He whispered against her ear. "Come to bed."

Knowing that she would give into him, she put her quill down, raising a hand to rub his neck. "Alright."

He smirked against her skin. It wasn't the first time he'd convinced her to leave her work in favour of showing him some attention, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. Occasionally, she just needed a little push to remember her priorities.

Leading her to their bedroom, he didn't realise that she was smirking as she followed him. It wasn't the first time she'd used work to prompt Lucius to show her some extra affection. Occasionally, he just needed a little push to remember his priorities.