"You don't sleep well, either. Come, I have a remedy for that." Severus swept around his desk and I followed him through the side doorway which put us in his bedroom. It was simple yet tasteful, his mahogany four-poster bed was decked in silver and green sheets across from a wall of books that made my heart flutter slightly. But it was the item atop the bureau that gave me pause. Iron shackles. My quim throbbed and grew wet at the thought of using those as Severus returned from his potion cabinet in his lavatory and saw my fingers delicately trace the expert craftsmanship that was put into making those.