Everybody's Feeling Warm and Bright

"Wait, no, since you're leading, you do step three as normal," Sara corrected as her and Turner tried to recreate what they had been taught an hour prior.

"Dammit, I forgot that was my left foot for that one," Turner shook his head. "I'm so used to alternating left and right because...well, because that's how I and probably most people in the world walk, I'm not used to this left, left, right, right pattern."

"Don't worry, neither am I," Sara reassured, then immediately snapped her hands from Turner's and covered her mouth. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No, no, it's fine," Turner lied as he powered through the wave of pleasure that had been brought on by Sara's reassurance. "Does that happen often?"

"It hasn't really had the chance to," she grimaced, remembering the few times that it did happen, including this morning. "Although I've been caught in a few...shall we say, scenarios that were less than ideal when it has."

"I can imagine so," Turner replied, a bit absentmindedly. He didn't really want to pressure her into revealing more than she was comfortable with, so he left it at that before refocusing the subject. "So, wait, I bring my left foot back on three?"

"Right, and I bring my right forward on three, to mirror yours," Sara nodded in approval as she brought her hands away from covering her mouth and back to their spots in Turner's.

"Okay, it's starting to make a little more sense," Turner acknowledged, nodding slowly as his brain worked through it.

"Want to try setting it to music?" Sara offered. "That is, if you've got any in here."

"Oh, I most certainly do," Turner answered. "Both...I mean I do want to try setting it to music, and I definitely have music in here. I don't exactly know how we'll get specific songs though, because it's not like they gave me a phone with some music program here."

"Why not ask one of the people who work here?" Sara suggested. She didn't know much about the inner workings of this place, but she guessed that it would be pretty easy to cater to this, especially due to the supernatural nature of what went on here.

"Oh, that's a good idea," Turner nodded, before leaving the room. "I'll be right back!"

The white and gold door closed softly behind him and Sara sighed. She had a lot of built-up arousal over the course of both this date with Turner and the last one she had not long ago. He was so hard to read though, would he be a bit more receptive tonight than when she had tried to make a move last time? His words were something like "we should cherish the control we have before it's taken away", but she wasn't sure if she could last another eight days plus however long into the next week her third date night was. She was already losing control.

In an attempt to clear her head, she stepped out onto the balcony to feel the cool, salty breeze that drifted over the island at nighttime. For a place that wasn't Earth, it sure felt like it sometimes. She'd never been to anywhere that could be considered tropical, but this definitely felt like what she imagined the Caribbean or South Pacific would be back on Earth. Looking down at the pristine shores, she saw Kendra walking away from the village when an idea popped into her head. She didn't know if her voice would carry this far, but maybe some magical powers would help her out.

"Hey, Kendra!" she called out.

"Listen, I mean it when I say 'thank you' for helping me out the other day," Emma looked up at the brown-haired girl. "I don't think I could've survived without your help."

Abby didn't point out the fact that Emma placed second-last in the challenge, and even without help, she still would've placed ninth. Hell, the only person who really benefitted from what happened the other day was Abby herself, but that seemed a bit inappropriate to bring up at the point, or really any point.

"I know you meant it," Abby assured, placing her hand on the young girl's shoulder. "I also meant it when I said it was no big deal, we're friends. That's what friends do for one another."

The two of them were sitting on a fountain they had spotted in the town square after spending what Turner would likely consider an inordinate amount of time looking at random things in stores around town but never actually buying anything. The sky was turning dark, the clouds were moving away, and the air was cooling around them. It was like a scene out of some 90's movie about friendship.

"Friendship and fucking", Abby internally corrected.

"Hey, all this shopping has got me working up an appetite, you want to go hit that ice cream stand?" Emma asked after sitting in silence for a few seconds.

"Ice cream sounds great," Abby jumped up and helped Emma to her feet.

The two walked, talking occasionally about something that they spotted along the way, which turned into one of them being reminded about a story that happened, which spiraled into that story reminding the other of something similar, until they were laughing like two old friends, even though they really hadn't had a relationship with each other. Sure, they both had mutual friends in Becca and Turner, but they'd never spent time together without those two in the room. Heck, they hadn't really spent much time together period.

"Hey, wait a second," Emma suddenly stopped. "Is that...?"

Abby followed Emma's gaze before she saw what was being pointed out. Sara and Turner, walking out of a brick building about five doors down, holding hands.

"That is Sara and Turner," Abby confirmed. "Wonder where they're coming from..."

"We could always go and check, we just have to wait for them to move," Emma said as she pulled Abby to the side so they wouldn't be seen by the couple in question.

"Wow, Sara looks amazing in that dress," Abby thought as she waited around the corner, entertaining Emma's idea. "I bet that was intentional from her, I'd peg her as one of the first people to try something with him on this show. Aside from my sister, of course, but she's not exactly the most adventurous or willing to try a bunch of stuff here."

"Damn, that is a really bright red color," Emma commented softly. "I bet they were either out eating a romantic meal somewhere."

"Why specifically that?" Abby asked.

"I dunno, Sara just seems the type to do something like that," Emma responded, shrugging slightly.

"Oh wait, they just rounded the corner, we can go see what they were doing," Abby said, moving back onto the Main Street.

Abby thought it was a little over-the-top to be spying on them instead of walking up to them and talking like normal people, especially since it wasn't like Sara was a stranger. They were marooned in a dimension together for crying out loud. However, Emma seemed to like what was going on, and Abby really did want to get closer to her, so she was playing along.

"HH Dance Academy?" Emma read. "Turner knows how to dance?"

"I don't think so, but that's probably why Sara brought him here," Abby countered. "Probably her idea for a romantic date night."

"Oh shit, you reminded me, I still have to come up with an idea!" Emma exclaimed.

"Relax, you got what, a week or so?" Abby dismissed. "I remember we were both at the end of the week, there's plenty of time. Heck, I don't know what I'm planning on doing yet."

"Okay, phew, that's a relief," Emma sharply exhaled. "Hey, thank you for taking the time to go out with me today, it really does mean a lot to me."

"Of course!" Abby eagerly responded. "We're in this together, why not act like it?"

"Alright, I talked to them, but they said Kendra already had it taken care of?" Turner said with a questioning tone. "I don't know how she would've known, but I mean, this wouldn't be the first time she's spied on one of my date nights."

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, leaving her tone open-ended.

"Well, on my first night with Emma—you remember her transformation, the one that would get her stuck in risky situations—Kendra kept throwing her into those situations," Turner explained. "First it was her getting her hair stuck in her dress, then she fell on top of me, then the power shut off, and-"

"I get it, I get it," Sara interrupted, before Turner went too far. "Emma told me what happened already. She also told me how reassuring and supportive you were of what happened that night."

Turner didn't really know how to respond to that, but luckily, Sara only left that comment hanging in the air for a second or two.

"Anyways," she continued. "I spotted Kendra outside while you were gone and, long story short, we shouldn't have anything to worry about, she just said to turn to the right channel on the TV."

"Oh, of course," he slapped his forehead. "How could I have forgotten about that?"

Sara grabbed the remote from the desk right next to her, and voilà, some slow-ish salsa music started playing. She had to give Kendra credit, the music chosen was exactly catered to their level of expertise.

"Shall we?" she offered, holding her hand out.

Turner took her hand, and started feeling the flow of the dance a lot more when there was music to put it to. The formerly disjointed-seeming steps seemed a lot more fluid with the Caribbean rhythms. Sara understanding a lot of it also helped out a ton, because if he ever got tripped up, she was able to help him recover.

Suddenly, after a few more songs, the music changed abruptly. Gone were the sounds of syncopated Cuban jazz, and they were replaced by slow and reproachful chords and a slow melody, something that reminded Turner more of a married couple's first dance.

Sara took the sudden change mostly unfazed, seamlessly changing her position so that her arms were now intertwined behind the back of his neck, holding him tightly. After a brief moment of confusion, Turner trepidatiously settled his hands around her waist and she leaned more into them as the pair slowly swayed back and forth and rotated around the room.

The entire rest of the world was disappearing from Turner again, just like it had at the studio. Her beautiful smile, seemingly on top of the world. Her eyes, no longer sparkling from the light of the room, but still gleaming. She caught him gazing, and her cheeks turned a little red before recomposing herself and getting lost in the moment once again.

Neither one of them could tell how long they had been at this. Minutes? Hours? Days? Well, no, not days. Eventually, they broke apart and just looked at each other with affection and warmth.

Then, the hours of build-up crashed down on the two of them as they hastily ran back at each other and shared an intimate, frenzied kiss. Sara was nearing her breaking point, this entire night (as well as the last one she had shared with Turner) contributing to a heightened level of arousal, and after the last slow dance that the two had shared followed by the tender moment, she knew she was reaching the point of no return.

Her eyes no longer were sparkling with delight, it had been replaced by her intense feelings of desire. She had wanted, no, needed, a repeat of what happened only a few short days ago, but she wanted everything to go even more right. She once again took off her dress, discarding the red garment off in a random direction. It didn't matter where it went, so long as it wasn't on her. He reciprocated, all but tearing his top off and leaving it on the floor for his tomorrow self to clean up.

"Are you sure?" he simply asked, knowing full well that Sara would understand the implications of those three words, taking advantage of the few seconds that their mouths weren't attached to each other.

"More than I've ever been," she responded with a flirtatious smirk. "As long as you are."

Turner took a deep breath as his mind was struggling to think rationally, to comprehend the pros and cons of what was being proposed between the two of them, before he responded.

Paige had been laying in bed for a few minutes, unable to fall asleep. Something was plaguing her mind, something was making her feel uneasy, but she couldn't pin down exactly what it was.

Unbeknownst to her, Becca was also wrestling with something internally. Nothing immediately jumped to the forefront of her mind, nothing was immediately apparent as to why she felt off.

"Tomorrow's my night with Turner," Paige thought. "I don't know what I'm gonna do beforehand, but I really need to be his first one here. That's really the only thing at this point that'll make up for everything I've done to him in the past."

"Tomorrow's Paige's night with Turner," Becca thought, mirroring Paige's thoughts. "I know I shouldn't encourage her to make a move, and hell, I should discourage her from making any moves on him, but it's like my mind won't let me do it. Just the thought of the two of them together is taking over."

"I mean, judging based on what I heard happened with Sara's date, nothing should go wrong with my plan," Paige internally reasoned. "In fact, it might work to my advantage. She might get him all worked up, and then something will happen agin that will cause them to not go all the way, and I'll be able to swoop in, work my magic, and then bingo!"

"Turner blew her off last time," Becca recollected. "What could realistically be different this round than last round? Paige didn't even get a transformation vote, so it's not like she magically became more seductive. Hopefully whatever she did to Turner last time won't happen again."

"I won't have the same seduction powers that Kendra gave me as a prize last round," Paige suddenly remembered. "Although, I should be able to something. I don't have magical abilities to cause him to be receptive, but I've known him for years. I know which buttons to push, when to push them, and how far I can realistically get with him."

"It should be alright, I don't think I should worry about it," Becca resigned. "I trust Turner, I trust his intuition, and he should be able to push Paige away once again."

Content with what her mind had decided, Becca stopped worrying about the potential for tomorrow, and soon was overwhelmed by sleep.

Similarly, Paige believed that she had her plans set in stone, and also fell asleep.