Judas by Chandler Lacey-Payne

made her feel snug and secure, but beyond that, she was hopeful and full of energy.
              Her mind had finally shut off and she was able to think clearly again after going over every possible scenario she could think up. The fact still remained. He was her husband and she loved him. She had a new determination to prove to him that she could be the only woman in his life and heart. All she had to do was get him to open up and allow her to show him. He was hers and she would fight for him. If only this stupid weather would clear! The clinic and the courthouse had been shut down due to the heavy snowfall and even the main roads were impassable. They were stuck, but she had a plan.
              He was sitting at the breakfast table, still reading his paper while he sipped his morning coffee when she slipped away. She returned a few minutes later with a folded quilt and a small trunk. She placed them both on the floor as he glanced up to watch her. She knew his eyes were on her as she closed the French doors that separated the kitchen from the main rooms and closed the thin curtains, blocking out the view of anything but the soft glow of the scented candles that adorned kitchen. His brow was arched now, but he said nothing and she pretended to not notice as she slipped out of her pajamas.
              “Doll? What are you doing?” he said, half curious and half amused.
She winked playfully at him, walking to where he sat. She reached down and picked up his half empty mug and took a long drink, keeping her glittering blue eyes on his. “What does it look like?” she challenged.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It looks like my wife may have fallen and hit her head. What's all this about?” he asked, motioning to the items on the floor and then to the tightly closed curtains.
              “We're going to stay in this room until the weather breaks. And. We're going to be nude,” she declared before adding. “Strip. It's your turn.”
He blinked several times, wearing a look of complete shock. “What? What the fuck are you on?”
She laughed and extended a finger, tracing the hard line of his jaw as she cooed, “It's called imagination and if you don't have one, I suggest you get one.” If he only knew. Her little drill was more than just boredom. She was going to force him to think outside of his carefully constructed plans.
              She figured this was worth a shot and something told her, he would go along with it, even if nothing more than for his own curiosity. She didn't need him to hurt her or to be rough with her, but she did need him to try new things with her and she was determined to show him that she wasn't afraid of him. One way or the other, their sex would never be boring again. She cleared her throat impatiently as she waited for him to lose the silk pajama pants he wore. “I can get the kitchen shears if you'd like some help,” she smirked.
              “What is the point of this? We're supposed to just sit here nude in the kitchen for however many days this goes on?” he sputtered.
“You're stalling. And yes.”
He shook his head and began to untie the loops that secured his bottoms in place, allowing them to fall haplessly over his hips. She grasped the string and gave them a yank, causing them to fall to the floor at his feet. “That's better.”
              “So what are we supposed to do in our delightful little prison?” he asked sardonically.
She shrugged. “Use your imagination.”
He looked around, probably trying to find a place to hide. “And what if I need to, you know,” he questioned.
“Oh, you can have a two minute pass if you need to tinkle. But, no cheating.”
He scoffed, “Tinkle? I'm a man. Men don't tinkle. We take leaks, we piss but we do not tinkle.”
 
    She couldn't believe how easy it was to get him to agree to this ridiculous scheme. She