A/N I was going to make this a one shot story but I determined that more could be added.
It may be short. It may be long. I'm not sure but I have more ideas for this story.Enjoy!
The Professor threw down his pencil in frustration as he couldn't concentrate. His mind simply was not intent on studying the chemical formula. It was intent on studying the chemistry between himself and a red headed movie star.
That woman drove him out of his mind. Her breathy voice. Her sultry looks. That soft ivory skin. Beautiful eyes of emeralds. It was all he could do to keep from lunging at had never been so strongly physically attracted to another human in his entire life. Day after day, night after night he fantasized about her. Holding her in his arms. Kissing her soft lips. Sometimes the fantasies went deeper than that. More than he cared to admit to.
Sighing, he picked up his pencil again and tried to get back to the chemical equation but again his mind would only concentrate on one equation. Ginger + Him.
The door to his hut opened and he turned. Immediately he wished he hadn't as there she stood framed in the doorway. God have mercy on him.
"Hello Professor." She greeted with a smile.
"Ginger." He said trying to pretend he was concentrating on his work and not the wonderful scent of her perfume that was now in the air.
She sauntered over to him gently placing her hand on his shoulder which caused his heart rate to accelerate. "What are you working on?" She asked.
"Oh nothing that would interest you." He said dismissively.
"I see." Ginger said. "Well I was wondering if you could make some more of that shampoo. I'm running low and I could use some more. If you don't mind…"
Mind? Why would he mind? If Ginger needed more shampoo, he would simply make her some more. If Ginger needed him to walk through a blazing fire, he would do it. Anything. For her. Oh God does she have to be that beautiful. He thought to himself. "Sure thing." He said setting his work aside.
"Oh thank you Professor!" She squealed as she placed a kiss on his cheek before hurrying out.
The Professor sighed as he lifted his hand to where her kiss had been placed. How much longer he could go on like this, he hadn't he faintest idea. If he didn't get to have her soon, he was certainly to lose his mind. He then had an idea. He quickly left he hut and found Ginger sunning herself in a wooden chair.
She looked up at him. "Yes Professor?"
"Ginger, I'm going to need some help uh…gathering all the ingredients I need for the the the shampoo.." He said trying to get a complete sentence out.
"Oh? Well why don't you ask Gilligan?"
"I would but he's he's uh…he's uh busy helping the the Skipper. Yes he's busy helping the Skipper um…repair the the fish net." Oh why couldn't he talk in a full sentence without stuttering and stammering! He cursed himself.
Ginger shrugged. "Okay. I'll help you." She raised herself from her chair and followed the Professor to the jungle.
They were walking for quite a bit when Ginger spoke "Professor, just where is this stuff you need?"
"Oh it's uh…on the other side of this island…Shouldn't be too long now."
"Alright." Ginger replied.
The two finally came upon the beach on the other side of the island. Ginger looked around. "So what are we gathering?" She asked. "Flowers?"
The Professor hesitated a fraction of a second before he swept her into his arms.
Ginger was startled at the gesture. "Professor!" She said shocked. "What on Earth.."
Her sentence was cut off by his lips crashing onto hers. His arms went around her pulling her closer. His hand caressing her bare back and moving upward sweeping his fingers through her silky red hair.
Ginger pushed him away and looked at him in horror. "Professor! What is going on? I thought you needed…Did you bring me out here for…."
The Professor said not a word and simply took her back in his arms kissing her again with more desire.
Ginger was frozen in place wondering what alternative universe she stepped into. The Professor simply did not act this way. His lips began kissing her supple neck and she pushed him away yet again.
She looked at him with anger flashing in her green eyes. "Just what do you think you are doing!" She demanded. "How dare you…What kind of girl do you…"
Again her protest was interrupted by yet another kiss. Her mind was racing with a million thoughts. What was going on? Why was he…Did he…But he never…
Ginger broke away from him again and demanded answers. "You mind filling me in on just what exactly your intent here is? And don't you try kissing me again…" She said holding up her hand.
The Professor regained his composure. He didn't blame her for being angry. But he couldn't help himself. He didn't mean to…His desire for her just overtook him.
"Ginger." He started trying not to get lost in her incredible beauty. "I'm…I'm sorry…I…I"
"I…I…I what!" Ginger said getting annoyed.
"For so long I've been, attracted to you. Incredibly physically attracted to you."
Ginger's eyes went wide. "And you brought me here so you could…"
"No." The Professor said running his hand through his hair. "It wasn't my intent to just….Ginger I can't help it…You are so beautiful….We've been on this island."
Ginger realized what he was saying and softened her tone. "I understand. I know that you…have…needs." She said tactfully as she could. "Men do. And I suppose…women do as well. But you just can't…go and…well you know…"
"I know Ginger. And I am sorry. I swear I won't…"
Ginger smiled. "It's okay Professor." She said. "Let's just forget it." She started to head back when she felt his hand on her arm and she was being lead backwards.
"I can't." He said in her ear. "Ginger…I….want you so bad….I…"
Ginger turned her head towards him. She never saw him look that way before. Like a helpless little boy. It tore at her heart. But this was wrong. She couldn't just…"Professor I'm sorry. I can't."
"Why not?"
Ginger sighed. "Because despite what you all may think…I don't…If I don't love a person…And the person doesn't love me…I simply can't…"
The Professor dropped his hand. "You…you don't love me?"
Ginger turned around. "Did you think I did?" She questioned.
"I suppose I did. Or maybe I was just hoping that you…" He walked off towards the water feeling defeated.
Ginger followed him and stood behind him. "Professor." She started. "I suppose…in a way..there has always been…a spark between us. I just…I didn't think….You are so wrapped up in your experiments and your writing…Maybe I just didn't believe you would pay much notice to me."
The Professor turned around facing her. "How could I not?" He asked. "The way you stroll around the island in…God Ginger...a man would have to be made of stone to not notice you."
"What else have you noticed about me?" Ginger asked crossing her arms.
"Plenty." He responded. "I noticed how kind you are to everyone. And although Gilligan drives you crazy, you manage to not get too upset when he messes up. You forgive his clumsiness with greater strength than I could. And Ginger despite your hair and make-up and gowns, you are very bright. I couldn't ask for a better person to assist me with my experiments than you."
"Is that all?" Ginger asked.
"No that's not all." The Professor replied. "There's more."
"Oh?"
"Yes." He said finally feeling brave. He was going to tell her. It was now or never. "Ginger I'm in love with you."
She heard the words but they took a minute to sink in.
When she didn't speak the Professor continued. "I believe it started on the day we ended up shripwrecked here. And it hasn't ended."
Ginger was still speechless.
"You recall when those two astronauts were going to fly over this island?"
She nodded.
"You remember when the unmanned space craft landed? How you said you wanted to give the one a big kiss?"
Finding her voice for a second Ginger replied. "Yes."
"Well when you said those words, I never felt so rejected in my whole life."
"Re…reject..rejected?" Ginger said.
"Yes. I am the one who came up with the idea of trying to get the attention of the space craft, trying to get us rescued off this island and what do you do? You want to reward the astronaut. I thought for sure you would….But you didn't. You didn't appear to appreciate my efforts."
Ginger shook her head. "I did!" She exclaimed. "I did appreciate them! I appreciated all your efforts! Professor I swear!"
"I have drawn the conclusion that no matter how hard I try, I will never convince you to fall in love with me."
Ginger started to speak but the Professor pressed on. "So I thought…maybe…just once I could experience something…take something with me…Have some special memory…"
"So that's why you brought me here? You wanted to…"
"All I wanted was to get to hold you in my arms at least once."
Ginger's eyes were brimming with tears. She didn't know what to think or say. The Professor had been in love with her all this time and she…she was too blind to see it! How could she be so stupid! How on Earth could she not see…Oh she remembered too well that look on his face when she declared her intent to give that astronaut a kiss…As soon as she saw it, she regretted saying the words. She wanted to take them back. Yes Mary Ann tried to cover by saying she too was interested in the two astronauts but Ginger knew better. The only one Mary Ann was interested in was a skinny sailorman in a red shirt and white hat.
Ginger walked towards the edge of the water. What words could she possibly say to the Professor? How could she ease the pain she knew she inflicted upon him. Going gaga over that creep Duke. Kissing that awful Jonathan Kincaid. Sure it was just a ruse to get him to drink some potion to knock him out but still. All those times she had kissed Gilligan. She didn't mean a thing by them but it had to hurt the Professor. She knew it did. That time when she and Mary Ann tried to trick Gilligan into the jet pack. The memory of the Professor storming over and demanding to know what was going on.
She always thought he seemed a little more upset than usual. Surely he was aware of her tactics but still…he appeared to be hurt…Oh how could she do this to him! She never meant to!
Her mind went back to the movie. The minute long kiss. It didn't have to be that long but for some reason she just could not let go. The time she tried to help him with kissing. She didn't have to be that aggressive but…something came over her…She wanted him to want her more than that awful Erika Tiffany Smith. Why? Why did she care so much?
When Mary Ann's "boyfriend" got married to another. Her plan was to have the three unmarried men of the island pretend to woo Mary Ann to bolster her spirits. For some reason she insisted upon "coaching' the Professor. And she recalled her heart leaping when he had declared. "I have never shown the slightest romantic interest in Mary Ann." He never included her in that statement. He said Mary Ann. He could have said "You or Mary Ann." But he didn't. It made her so happy. And relieved to know that the Professor would not really succeed in making Mary Ann believe he was interested.
Ginger pondered all this in her head. She could only draw one conclusion. Spinning around, she wiped the tears from her eyes and addressed the Professor. "I'm in love with you too." She stated.
The Professor stood there in silence not sure if she was just saying that or if she really meant it. "Ginger I don't have time for your games." He said tired. "You needn't pretend…"
Ginger shook her head. "I'm not pretending. I'm not acting. I'm being honest. Professor I'm in love with you."
He walked closer to her taking her hand in his which was shaking. She was trembling. Scared of what his reaction was going to be. Never in her life she did feel so terrified of what a man would say to her. Gently picking up her hand, he brought it to his lips and Ginger watched as he kissed her fingers. Something went through her core and her breath was caught in her swept her close and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Ginger's arms went around him tightly responding to him.
The kiss broke and Ginger gazed upon her new found love. "What now?" She asked.
"I think we should head back to camp now." He said letting go.
Ginger pouted. "Why?"
"Well you weren't really interested in…"
"You…" Ginger said swatting him.
He grinned at her and pulled her back again. The two got lost in another kiss and began to shed their clothes.
Ginger's fingers unbuttoned his blue shirt and peeled it off. He slowly lifted her leopard print top throwing to the sand and then carefully removed her matching skirt letting it drop down to the ground.
He backed Ginger against a tree and her hands unbuckled and unzipped him. Before she knew it, he was moving inside her causing so many wonderful sensations to run through her body, she could not think straight. His lips wondered everywhere. Her hands ran through his hair and he brought his lips back to hers.
Ginger clung to him tightly moaning with pleasure. "Roy…Oh God…"
Her cries only furthered aroused and encouraged him.
Pressing her fingers into his bare back, Ginger felt like her knees were going to give out. "Mmmm….Roy….Yes…" She groaned. Ginger caved into her flaming passion and her body went limp against the tree.
The Professor placed soft gentle kisses on her neck.
"Professor." She said seductively. "I had no idea…"
"It's a chemical reaction." He replied to her.
"Some reaction." She said in amazement.
"Some chemicals when mixed can cause an explosion." He said still kissing her.
"I'll say." She grinned.
She brought him back to her and the two once again got lost in their passion.