Isabella gasps, pushing Mus86 away from her with one hand as she stumbles backward onto the bed. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, and her eyes are wide with shock and horror. "No!" she whispers fiercely, shaking her head. "That is not right here."

She takes several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before looking at him again. "I am sorry if I misunderstood," she says softly. "But we must remember our positions and the situation we are in.

"No!" Isabella exclaims, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "That does not give you the right to make such demands! I am trying to help you survive, Mus86, and if you insist on acting like this, then perhaps it would be better for both of us if we parted ways."

She glares at him, daring him to respond, but he says nothing. Finally, she looks away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely. "

Isabella nods in agreement, her breath fogging the air between them as she watches his eyes grow dark with desire. Carefully, she stands up from their makeshift bed of pelts and pulls off her thick fur cloak, revealing a soft white shirt underneath. It clings to her body, outlining every curve and accentuating the heat in her cheeks.

She turns back to Cliff and holds out her hand, helping him to stand as well. "Come here,"

Isabella pulls him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers as their hands slide down to encircle each other's waists. She leans up on tiptoes and brushes her lips against his ear, whispering huskily, "I want you...Bella wants you." Her hand slides up his chest, over his shoulder, and into his hair as she deepens the kiss, her body arching against his.