Canary in a Coal Mine

"I know we shouldn't be doing this," Turner cautiously started, which caused Sara's face to fall. "But I'd be lying if I said I want to say no right now."

"So...what's your verdict?" Sara nervously asked, unconsciously bringing her right hand up to her mouth and biting her nail.

In an arousal-filled haze, Turner could only respond with "Fuck it, I'm in."

"Not yet you're not," Sara coyly said, before pressing her face against his again.

Her body was incredibly warm against his. Even though the room was temperature-controlled by magical forces beyond comprehension, it felt like a warm blanket was wrapped around the two of them as they simply held each other in an embrace, making out like there was no tomorrow.

She once again unclasped her fairly conservative bra, throwing it haphazardly as she had with her dress, and continued having her hands roam around Turner's body. Turner, annoyingly, did almost the opposite, keeping his hands firmly planted on her waist.

"Turner," Sara softly said, in a breathy tone that was almost a whisper. "Why are your hands on my waist?"

"Oh, I'm sor-" Turner began, suddenly tensing up and swiftly moving his hands away as if her skin was the hot burner of a stovetop.

"That's not what I meant," she interrupted, grabbing one of his hands and holding it on the small of her back. "I meant why are they only on my waist?"

"I-" Turner started to apologize, but shook the thought out of his head and decided to lean into the atmosphere a little more. "Where do you want them?"

"Anywhere," Sara simply said, before elaborating. "And I mean it. Anywhere."

"So...is this okay?" Turner apprehensively asked as he moved the hand that was on her lower back down to the curve of her ass and giving it a tentative, gentle squeeze, causing the girl in question to melt a little more into his embrace.

"What meaning of 'anywhere' would suggest that it wouldn't be okay?" she coyly responded, flashing him one of her signature flirtatious smirks.

The pair resumed their steamy kiss, but this time with Turner's hands moving all about Sara's athletic frame; her firm ass, her long, toned legs, and her perky tits, the latter of which caused her to yelp in surprise when Turner's exploratory hands made first contact. She couldn't control the moans that followed as his touch sent pulses of pleasure throughout her body.

"God, if this is what it's like with just my tits, imagine what it'll be like when he's actually inside me," Sara thought to herself, getting lightheaded from the pure bliss she was in.

With that thought, it was almost like a switch was flipped in her head. While she was definitely enjoying herself, her carnal desires were taking over her brain. She fell back down on the bed, parting from Turner, as she shimmied out of her white panties, leaving them on the floor, and leaving her completely nude.

Showed Turner Naked Body: +5 VP!

She blushed a little bit, feeling Turner's gaze upon her form, but then pushed aside that feeling and took initiative, unzipping Turner's pants and pulling them down. He snapped back to reality soon after that, stepping out of the garment that was now bunched around his ankles. Swiftly after, his underwear ended up on the floor similarly, and Sara pulled him down onto the bed with her. After he hit the soft surface of the bed, Sara rolled over so that she was on top of him.

"I've waited so long for this," Sara whispered into Turner's ear as she ground her cleanly-shaven lower lips over his fully stiff cock. "I know you must've always thought that because I was older than you that I wasn't interested, but I was. Do you know how hard-" she pushed down on his member to emphasize her pun. "-it was to see you after you'd come back from college all grown up?"

Any resistance or uneasiness that Turner may still have had about the situation was being dissolved away by her words.

"And now, I'm not gonna let this chance slip away from me," she continued. "So I'm gonna say what I've wanted to say for probably years now. Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours. In every sense of the word."

With that, she slipped his cock into her pussy, which was already glistening from not just the foreplay over the last little while, but the evening as a whole, due to Kendra's altering of her psyche. Any pain that she might've felt it was drowned out by either the pleasure that came along with it or magical powers on the island. Whichever it was, Sara didn't care.

"Haa....it fits..." she breathily managed once he was buried to the hilt.

"Ohh damn..." Turner replied, finally saying something after his last few minutes of near silence.

After a few seconds of letting herself morph and adjust to the new feeling, Sara began to slowly slide up and down, the sensation causing Turner to lift his hips in time with the rhythm she was establishing.

"Oh my God...yes..." she moaned out, falling onto his chest as she rode her first orgasm of the night. She didn't stop thrusting up and down, still moving her hips to the same rhythm.

As she continued her motions, with Turner at the bottom, he started to feel a sensation, and let out a warning "Sara-"

"Do it!" she excitedly said. "Don't worry, I'm safe"

That last statement erased any of his worries that were still present after all of that; shortly after, his body started spasming as he fully thrust up, pushing his dick as deep as it could go inside of her. Over and over his cock twitched, filling her up until he fell back down onto the bed below, completely spent.

Sex with Turner: +10 VP!

After enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes, Sara climbed off the top of him and laid to his side. Enjoying the moment for a few more minutes, Turner opened his mouth to speak.

"So-" he started.

"So-" Sara said simultaneously, causing the both of them to stop and her to smile at the situation.

"That was...unimaginable," he simply remarked.

"It really was," she agreed. "I mean, I'd read about sex before in some of those romance novels that Phoebe constantly made fun of me for having, but I never thought it'd be anything like this."

"Do those count as romance novels then, or would they be erotica?" Turner wondered out loud.

"Hey, I still call them romance novels," Sara defended. "It takes some of the negative connotation out of the title, even if some erotica is more story than steamy."

"Any of those...'novels'...involve a situation like this?" he continued.

"What, a novel about a guy and nine of the closest girls to him along with his best friend being teleported to a far away dimension where they had to compete for his love by doing challenges and trying to do...well, this?" Sara jokingly said. "No, I don't think I recall anything like that. That seems a little too far-fetched for my taste though."

"Oh shit," Turner realized, well, more of re-realized. "I'm gonna have to tell Becca what happened, to try and avoid another explosive event like last week. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't she try to go after Kendra or something like that after Emma's date?"

"Yeah, she did," Sara confirmed. "Don't worry, I can handle Becca."

The small dose of arousal that hit Turner after she said that didn't go unnoticed. "Are you sure? I mean, she even blew up at Emma last time, someone who she's close to."

"Well, I have a certain smooth-talking ability that Emma doesn't have," Sara reminded him. "If things get too dicey, I could always just start hurling reassuring statements her way and hope that she gets too overwhelmed."

"Sara-" Turner warned.

"I'm joking, I wouldn't go that far," she waved. "I may not be a good enough person to avoid taking away someone's boyfriend, but I'm not going to leave them an orgasming mess on the sidewalk to go along with that."

"Okay, that's a relief," Turner. sighed. He knew he could trust Sara on this.

"Alright, I'm gonna go get washed up, then you can, then we can get to bed," Sara said, getting up out of bed.

"You sure you don't want to do it at the same time?" Turner offered, more as a joke than an actual offer.

"Don't tempt me," she said as she closed the door.

With a wall separating the two of them, Sara could collect her thoughts more easily. She was glad that the experience hadn't ruined the friendship between the two of them. Hell, afterwards, they were going back and forth like they had done a couple times before, like they were two old friends.

"Not just old friends anymore," she reminded herself. "Lovers."

Lovers. That word sent a shockwave throughout her body. She'd never considered anyone else before a lover. Hell, looking back at the two boyfriends she had previously, she didn't think that she was ever in love with them, only dating them to say that she had dated someone.

Everything was different with Turner, though. She wasn't with him for status, money, or fame. Even if you took the context of the show away, Sara wasn't entirely certain she would've been able to stay away if she knew Becca would eventually come around to the idea. While, sure, getting closer to that grand prize at the end of the competition was a factor in all of this, it wasn't the main thing that was driving her decision.

"I've got no idea what I'm gonna say to get Becca off of my back," Sara thought, dreading the daytime when she'd have to go back down to the other girls and face the music. She wished she could just stay up here, with Turner, indefinitely.

---

Mandy tried to lose herself in her book of crossword puzzles. It was typically what she did every night before bed to relax. She hadn't been able to for the past few days because of unforeseen consequences like being kidnapped, but she managed to find one in the shop, which she was told was free because "Who in their right mind is gonna do something nefarious with a damn book of puzzles?"

However, she was too distracted to focus on the squares that lay in front of her. Her own son, her only son, had been turned into a daughter. And it wasn't like this daughter of hers even looked like what Liam looked like before, she looked nothing like Mandy or her husband.

"I keep getting all of these memories popping up in my head about how I was so bewildered when she started growing up," she mused. "She didn't look anything like me, and certainly nothing like her father. And the day she first dyed her hair pink, hoo boy did it really separate her looks even farther."

Mandy physically held her hand up, as if to stop the flow of new memories slowly overwriting previous memories. "Hold on, that's not right," she softly said, but then had a realization. "Wait, are these thoughts getting stronger because Lana-I mean Liam is slipping closer and closer towards acceptance? That is what Kendra said the transformation was, right?"

She tried to recall what Kendra had said the transformation was, and did end up deducing that yes, if the thoughts were getting overwritten more, then Lana-dammit-Liam was accepting this new form more.

"Shit, I should probably go and find him, make sure that he's okay," she said, getting up and leaving the house.

As she walked towards the cottage where Abby and Liam stayed, she remembered the last major conversation she had. The one where he had basically done all but flip her off and tell her to go to hell. While yes, it was true that the circumstances here were different than everywhere they had been before, Liam was still her son, and she still cared for him and his well-being. She had been willing to give him some space to work things out, but now that the situation was becoming more dire, she wanted to step in.

After she rapped her knuckles on the door to their bungalow, the wooden door swung open wide with Abby on the other side, looking a bit surprised at the woman on the other side.

"Mrs. Teller!" she greeted formally. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Is Liam here?" Mandy requested.

"No, he's not," Abby turned back towards the door apologetically. "I think he went out on another walk of the island, he needs to get a better hobby instead of just walking around alone at night."

"Gotcha," Mandy slowly nodded. "Can you take a message and give it to him when he gets back?"

"Sure," Abby accepted.

"Just tell him that I really need to talk to him, and that I'm worried about him," Mandy told the young girl, to which she nodded.

"I'll let him know," she answered.

"Thank you," Mandy responded, before descending the stairs.

"He's going on a walk every day late at night?" she wondered. "He never used to do that. Hell, he hated walking around, especially aimlessly. Things must really be bad."

---

"You can come out now."

After hearing Abby's statement, Liam somewhat timidly came back into the main room from the bathroom.

"You can't keep avoiding your mom forever," Abby scolded. "I know you think that she's not gonna get off your back, and while that might not be entirely wrong, it's not like you can live your life here being constantly fearful of her appearing beside you and, heaven forbid, trying to start a conversation with you."

"But...she thinks she knows what's right for me, but she couldn't be farther from the truth," he defended.

"Then tell her that!" Abby exclaimed. "How the hell is she gonna know that's how you feel if you never let her know? It's not like she's a mind reader or anything."

"You just don't get it, Abby," he said, looking downcast.

"You'd be surprised," Abby responded. "I admit, I don't really know Mandy that well, but I bet she'd be more than understanding to your predicament. I mean, she hasn't gone through nearly the caliber of punishment that you've had to endure here, but I'm pretty sure she'd have at least an idea of what's going on with you right now."

"Whatever," he scoffed. "I'm going to bed."

"I'm gonna stop covering for you if you don't grow a pair, man up, and go talk to your mom about this," Abby warned.

"Bad choice of words, Abigail," he retorted, before getting in bed and turning his back to her.

"This guy is one of the world's biggest fucking mysteries," Abby thought as she turned off the light in the room. "I feel like if I can figure out whatever the hell is wrong with him, then I should ace that psychology test that I bombed right before coming here, because I don't know if there's a damn psychologist in this universe that can fix him."

Abby thought back to the few interactions she had with Liam back on Earth. Lana had come over once to Turner's apartment, to help him move stuff into his new place. Abby remembered having to help Lana carry some of the boxes up the stairs.

"Wait, wait, that's not real," she thought, snapping out of her daydreaming. Nightdreaming? It wasn't daydreaming, because it was during the night, but it wasn't regular dreaming, because she was still awake.

"Whatever, if these memories are being replaced in my head, then that's a sign that he's not doing too hot," she reasoned, almost exactly mirroring Mandy's reasoning.

---

"I knew he would cave eventually," Kendra said. "I just didn't think it would be this soon."

She looked over at Sara and Turner, snuggled up together like a married couple instead of two friends.

Cuddled with Turner: +2 VP!

"I knew I bet my money on the right horse with her," Kendra sighed contentedly. "Now, if I can only get Paige to do the same thing, then we'll get a double whammy. And with Emma and Abby at the end of the week, I'm sure they can be **** into doing something."

She took a sip of coffee as she worked tirelessly, trying to organize her messy desk. All the magic in the world couldn't help her chaotic organization system, she had everything from a wedding invitation to a memo passed to her from her boss on her table.

"Ugh, I'm gonna have to take a vacation day soon," she said. "These people, they're driving me up the wall. Although I am glad that Sara made good use of her night. If only more people could do that, they'd be a lot easier to work with. Instead I'm stuck with this person who won't even participate in the challenges I set up."