AN: Well, I've been thinking about Spring and this is how this little story came about. This was supposed to be a one-shot and ended up longer than I anticipated. :) Enjoy! Please be aware this has mature content.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Great Horny Toads

The sun shone brightly into their hut and she smiled happily. She had grown accustomed to this simple life and was grateful that they never reached their destination, in a way she finally got the honeymoon she wanted. She opened her eyes, yawned, and sat up glancing over at her husband's bed. Surprisingly, it was empty, but he entered through the bamboo French doors with breakfast on a tray and she grinned.

"Thurston, what is this?"

"Why, breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife."

"Oh, Thurston..."

She patted his cheek lovingly as he placed the tray on her lap. He sat down next to her legs and watched as she dug into her scrambled turtle eggs. She fed him a few bites as she remembered long ago days doing the same loving gesture when her eyes widened. There was a reason he was doing this and she handed him the tray before jumping out of bed. He stared at her in confusion as she leafed through the calendar she had kept track of and squealed in delight, but realized what had transpired last year, he hardly gave her a break for almost a week. It took her about a month to recover, she wasn't as young as she used to be and turned to see him gawking.

"Thurston..."

He only smirked as he advanced on his wife and she hurriedly got out of her chair.

"Thurston, you better not, it's too early!"

She was being backed into their closet as the beads smacked her and he grinned devilishly.

"I have a headache, darling, and you know how I am when they intrude."

He shook his head as he had cornered her and knew she loved to use the same excuse. He pulled her to him and began ravishing her neck eliciting a low moan from his wife. He wasn't called the Wolf of Wall Street for nothing as he knew how to win his wife over.

The others were starting to wake and make their way to the table when Gilligan heard an unfamiliar noise come from the Howell's hut. He was about to investigate when the Skipper placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"But, Skipper..."

"Sit down and eat, Gilligan, everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded knowing what was going on and sighed in frustration. Last year it was always the same with the Howells for a week and he was grateful the other two men were slightly clueless or ignored their inner beast. This was also the week he liked to be alone to release his inner beast since the women were too young, uninterested in him, or married. Why couldn't a woman for him wash ashore? He angrily bit into his food.

"Are you alright, Skipper?"

He gazed at Ginger's worried face.

"I'm fine, I am just eager to get some work done."

He took a few more bites and left the table to get the chores done to take his mind off women.

"What is going on?" Mary Ann asked.

They all shrugged their shoulders as they ate peacefully when a few minutes later Mr. Howell came out of his hut and joined them at the table.

"Mr. Howell, what was that noise?"

The millionaire's face flushed at Gilligan's question, but he covered gracefully.

"Mrs. Howell saw a family of spiders and we had a devil of a time getting rid of them. Nasty little buggers and their webs."

"I could've helped."

"No, boy, it's my job to protect my Lovey from the little web weavers, you just worry about yourself."

"Okay, but maybe you should've had Mary Ann do it instead."

"Me?!"

"Well, don't you clean their hut?"

"Yes, and I'll have you know I keep it spotless!"

"It's not her fault, dear boy, they were in the closet hiding in the dark."

"See, not my fault."

She stuck her tongue out at Gilligan and the others chuckled at this display.

"Did Mrs. Howell enjoy her breakfast in bed?"

"Yes, dear, she did and her compliments to the chef as always."

The farm girl smiled glad to have pleased the woman she fondly thought of as a surrogate mother. They were nearly finished with their meal when Mrs. Howell emerged and motioned to the girls to speak with them. They stared at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and went to the matriarch. She led them into her hut and briefly glanced back at the table where her husband grinned, winking at her. She shut the doors quickly and turned to the young women who sat on her bed looking at her in concern.

"You need to hide yourselves, girls."

"Are you feeling alright, Mrs. Howell?"

"I am perfectly fine, Ginger, but I don't think I can take another season of this."

They gazed at each other confused.

"Another season of what?"

"Oh, Mary Ann, you of all people should know what I'm talking about, you were raised on a farm."

Ginger glanced at her friend as she furrowed her brow trying to decode what the socialite meant. Then it dawned on her and she whispered it to the actress as they giggled.

"Do you want to stay in our hut?"

"Thank you, Ginger, but that won't stop Thurston. I need a place to hide, we all do."

"Mrs. Howell, this is our fourth rutting season and the men haven't shown any interest in sowing their wild oats."

"Famous last words," Ginger remarked.

"That was because they didn't know you girls."

"Oh, please, Mrs. Howell, after four years they know us well enough."

"Ginger, it takes time to form a friendship, to trust, to fall in love."

"Rutting season isn't about all that," Mary Ann said.

The woman looked at her surrogate daughters and shook her head smiling.

"Sometimes it is. I'm warning you they will be quite unassuming and then before you know it you'll be at their mercy."

The girls laughed and stood up.

"We'll remember that," Ginger said.

"Heed my warning and if you need me just ask Gilligan where I'll be staying."

They just nodded and giggled as she packed a few things, this was going to be a long week.

"Imagine the men acting like wild bulls."

"Or hungry wolves."

They laughed as Ginger went back to their hut and Mary Ann went to do the dishes.

Gilligan had escorted Mrs. Howell to a secret hiding place and ran into the rich millionaire on his way back.

"Gilligan, my boy, where is my sweet darling Lovey?"

"I don't know."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and fidgeted under the man's scrutiny.

"I think you do. How much will it cost to get that information out of you?"

"I don't want any money, Mr. Howell."

"How about gold?"

The young man shook his head.

"Jewels?"

He kept shaking his head.

"Captain of your own ship?"

"Really? I mean, no."

"Suit yourself, but I will find her."

He continued searching for his wife and Gilligan shrugged not understanding why she was hiding from her husband or why he was so adamant at finding her. He noticed on his way back an array of beautiful flowers and decided to pick them for a lovely brunette.

Ginger was touching up her make-up when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

She smiled when she glimpsed in her mirror who had entered the hut. She turned to him and motioned for him to sit, but he refused.

"I only came by to request your services for an experiment."

"Oh, okay, Professor."

"I could use your help now."

"Should I don my lab coat?"

"Uh...maybe...maybe later."

His voice sounded oddly strangled and she stared up at him.

"Are you okay, Professor?"

"I am fine, just need to hydrate more."

She glanced at him warily before finishing up her make-up and he watched in fascination. When she stood he quickly looked out the window and she grinned knowing he had been staring intently at her. She linked her arm into his leaving her hut and were heading towards his hut, but he stopped her. She turned to him confused.

"My experiment is in the jungle."

Her heart flipped and then raced.

"I found a new species of fern, but because of its limited quantity and Gilligan's knack for helping I'd prefer to briefly move my lab to the subject."

"I see your point, but what about supplies?"

He muttered something under his breath and entered the supply hut. She was amused by his actions and if he was starting to act on his inner bull, well, why not indulge in it? She didn't mind because she secretly loved and adored him. Besides, it was a nice change that he was doing the chasing instead of her. He came back with a backpack and he held his arm out to her. She grinned and obliged him as he led her into the jungle.

Mary Ann was finishing the dishes when someone tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped at least a foot in the air. She heard a recognizable chuckle and turned to him feigning a glare, but it melted away when she saw what he had in his hands.

"I picked some flowers for you."

He handed them to her and she couldn't stop smiling as she took in their aroma.

"They're beautiful, Gilligan."

He blushed slightly as he scuffed his shoes into the sand out of nervousness.

"They're kind of an apology."

"For what?"

"I kind of insulted your cleaning this morning."

"Are you talking about the spiders in the Howell hut?"

He nodded and wouldn't look at her.

"Gilligan, you didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

She stood on her toes, placing a hand on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

He blushed as she entered her hut grabbing a vase and a pair of scissors. When she returned he was still standing there and she handed him the vase.

"Can you please fill this halfway with water?"

He went to the sink doing as she requested and she cut the stems. He returned to her side being careful not to spill a drop and placed it gently on the communal table. She picked up the flowers, putting them in the vase, and arranged them to showcase their beauty. He was in awe on how she made them prettier than how he arranged them.

"Wow!"

"You should be proud of yourself, these are gorgeous, Gilligan."

"Not as gorgeous as you."

She froze at his words, her heart skipping a beat, and she turned to him. He was smiling shyly and swiftly kissed her on the cheek before bolting into the jungle. She rubbed her cheek where he had imprinted his soft lips and grinned goofily. He was finally taking notice of her and was showing some initiative.