Ginger entered the Professor's hut and sauntered up to him wearing a smile. She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Hello darling. What are you doing?"
"Just checking these soil samples to see which soil is the most fertile to plant those vegetable seeds we found." He explained.
"And what's your uh conclusion?" The movie star asked breathing in his ear and touching it with her lips.
The academic smiled and turned to head towards Ginger. "What's gotten into you?" He asked.
"Nothing." She purred at him kissing his lips. "You are the one who kissed me before…you had to know that I would want more."
Ginger wrapped her arms around him and cuddled up closer. The Professor placed his arms around her waist. "And what exactly is it you want more of?" He asked.
"Darling…you know exactly what." The redhead brought her lips closer to his again.
The academic placed a quick kiss on her lips before turning back to his work. Ginger frowned and pouted. "You are mean." She said folding her arms.
"I'm sorry my love but I need to…" The Professor did not get to finish his sentence as the determined starlet yanked him back to her and crushed her mouth against his. Her fingers began to undo the buttons on his blue shirt and her hands ran across his bare chest.
The scholar gently pushed her away breaking the passionate kiss. "Ginger my beautiful Ginger…I need to finish this so we can get the seeds in the ground as soon as possible."
The starlet had a look of displeasure on her lovely face. "Why are you being so mean to me?" She said.
"My love I'm not being mean. I need to test this soil. I don't mean to upset you…Now wait before you say a word it will go faster if you assist me."
Ginger's eyes lit up and a smile went across her face. "Oh darling of course I'll help you!" She hurried out of the hut to go don the blue lab coat and her black specs. The Professor watched as she left and he hurried over to the Howell's hut. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"It's me the Professor. May I come in?"
"Certainly." The older woman replied.
The scholar quickly stepped inside. "Mrs. Howell I'm sorry to disturb you."
"It's quite alright. What can I do for you?"
"I need your help with something."
"Oh?" The socialite's interest piqued. "With what?"
"I heard Ginger talking to Mary Ann earlier. She mentioned that she wanted marriage and children."
"Why Professor that's wonderful." Mrs. Howell squealed happy her plan was working.
"Yes but she thinks that if she tells me this she will scare me away. I don't want her to think that."
"What are you saying Professor? You want to marry Ginger?"
The Professor took a breath. "I have given it some thought after talking to Mr. Howell and well I think it would be nice to have Ginger as my wife. The thing is I want to make is special for her. That's where you come in. Please can you help me?"
"Of course Professor. You can count on me." Mrs. Howell smiled.
"Great. Thank you. We'll discuss this later. I need to get back to my hut now. Again I appreciate this."
"You are welcome." The millionaire's wife replied.
The Professor rushed out of the hut and back to his own. He arrived back in time for Ginger to make her return in her lab assistant outfit. His eyes looked her over thinking about how beautiful she looked in such a simple getup.
"I'm ready Professor." Ginger said in her business like tone walking up to the table.
He handed her some soil samples and instructed her to pour them into the little boxes he had made out of bamboo. As she did this he came up behind her his arms going around her. Ginger felt flush as he instructed to add a drop of water to each sample.
"Yes sir." She said as she dropped the water on the soil.
"Now." He said his arms holding her against him. "Comes the next part of the experiment."
"Which is?"
"Adding the seed." His lips were now touching the edge of her ear. This caused sparks to shoot through to the redhead's very core. Her temperature was shooting up.
"Um…shouldn't we have done that before adding the water?" Ginger asked her heart pounding in her chest.
"We have to make sure the soil is nice and moist before adding the seed." The Professor whispered. His lips were just behind her ear and began to nibble. Ginger could not contain hers emotions. It was too much.
"You always need to make sure the soil is moist before you insert the seed." Roy said kissing her neck.
For some reason or another the starlet found this sexy as hell. Ginger spun around and threw her arms around him. Her specs were quickly thrown aside.
The two were then engaged in a passionate kiss and the Professor swept her up carrying her over to his bed. He laid her down and began to remove her lab coat. The man of science was pleased to find a very sexy white silk negligee underneath. "I've always wondered what you wore underneath." He stated.
The movie star grinned. "You could have easily found out…"
"I love you." Was his answer before their kiss was reinstated and they held onto each other tight.
The redhead sighed happily about an hour later feeling on top of the world. No other man could ever make her feel this way. It would be impossible. Her finger circled his chest and then her hand was placed down on his shoulder.
"Ginger." The Professor began. "I want to tell you something."
"What?"
"I don't care how long we are stuck here on this island. We could be stranded here for the next fifty years for all I care. I just want to know that you will be with me."
Ginger lifted her head. "Roy I would never leave you. Ever. There is no other man I would want. Cary Grant could show up declaring he wants me to be his bride and the only thing I would do is tell him to buzz off I love Roy. Gregory Peck and Rock Hudson could appear vying for my hand and the two wouldn't have a prayer. It's you I love."
"So." The Professor said picking up her hand and kissing it. "If Duke appeared again…"
The movie star laughed. "Roy were you jealous?"
"Yes I was. I was insanely jealous. I hated the way you….I wish I would have done something about it. I'm sorry I didn't fight for you."
"Oh Roy that's okay. I was stupid to pay attention to him. I'm sorry I ignored you darling. But it worked out…we got to kiss in the jungle."
The academic laughed a bit at the memory. "Yes I believe that was all your doing. You neglected to mention you would do this when we first went out to the jungle."
"I didn't hear any complaints from you. In fact…" She said adjusting her position. "You did lift up your hand to bring me closer."
"I'm not made of stone you know." He replied.
"Well not all of you." Ginger stated with a sexy grin. "But some of you..." Her lips found his again and they started up their passion for one another.
Common Area
Mary Ann cleared up the dishes from the table. The Howells decided to retire to their hut.
The Skipper headed to the lagoon to set some more lobster traps and to get away from the sight of Gilligan eating that "disgusting pie".
The first mate happily devoured yet another slice of the mango, coconut, orange, tuna pie.
Boy did that Mary Ann know just what he liked! He watched his young wife as she rinsed off a plate at the sink he and built with the Skipper. The way the light from the torches hit her face was enchanting to him. It made her look more beautiful. Not that he didn't think she was. He always did.
The sailor finished up his pie and walked the dish over to Mary Ann.
"Thank you Gilligan." She smiled taking the plate.
"You made a great meal Mary Ann." He began. "I bet the Professor and Ginger are gonna be sorry they missed it."
This caused Mary Ann to giggle. "Somehow I think those two will be just fine."
She set the clean plates back in the basket and stood up.
"You want to go for a walk?" Gilligan asked.
"Love to." The brunette said with a smile. She linked her arm into his and they headed out toward the jungle.
Mary Ann looked up at the sky. "It's amazing how pretty things are here at night. Of course not like in Kansas. I loved the farm at night. It was so peaceful."
"You miss Kansas a lot don't you?" Gilligan asked.
"I do. I miss my family. I miss the animals, my friends. I wish I could be back there. I know my parents would just love you. My mom would be bursting with joy knowing I'm having a baby. She would be fussing over me and planning a baby shower..."
"Ginger and Mrs. Howell will do the same thing." The first mate stated trying to be helpful. "I bet they will plan a big baby shower for you."
"I know they will and I love them for it. It's still not the same. I know I shouldn't dwell on it but I can't help it. I hate that my family can't share in this with us."
"I know." Gilligan nodded. "I was telling the Skipper before that I wish my Dad was here to see his grandchild. I miss him a lot."
Mary Ann rubbed his arms. "You know I think your Dad would be proud of you. You showed great bravery on the Minnow during the storm. I know I couldn't have survived it without you."
Gilligan smiled. "You kept clinging to me and wouldn't let me go when I needed to go back above deck to help the Skipper."
The farm girl grinned. "I wanted you there to keep me safe." She paused and put her arms around him. "I always feel safe with you Gilligan. I love you."
Mary Ann pressed her lips against his holding him tightly. His arms went around her holding her firmly.
Later That Night
Ginger was sound asleep and the Professor quietly got up from the bed. He picked his discarded clothes off the floor and began dressing. He buttoned up his blue shirt and placed his blue tennis shoes on his feet. The academic gently kissed Ginger's forehead before exiting the hut carefully. He walked quickly to the Howell's hut and Mrs. Howell said for him to enter.
"Ginger's asleep." He stated.
"Good." The millionaire's wife said. "That should give us some time."
"Time?" Mr. Howell said looking up from his newspaper. "Time for what?"
"Never mind dear." Mrs. Howell said. "This doesn't concern you it's for Ginger."
The millionaire shook his head wondering if Lovey was plotting to talk the Professor into planning the wedding.
"Mrs. Howell." The Professor began. "I want to make this special for Ginger. It has to be all about her."
"Leave it to me Professor." The socialite assured. "I know just how this should be handled. Ginger won't know what hit her."
Hut
Ginger was having the time of her life. She was back in Hollywood and everyone was adoring her. A party was being held in her honor.
Her hair was swept up in a stylish do and she wore a stunning white gown which several women remarked was simply gorgeous on her. The redhead basked in the attention.
An older woman approached her. "Ginger dear you aren't married. When are you going to get married?"
The befuddled the movie star. "What?"
"Marriage." An older gentleman stated. "You do want to get married. You have to get married."
"Well I…Roy loves me and I'm sure that he will…"
"Oh please." A snobby rich woman stated. "That man will never marry you. He doesn't want marriage or children. You won't have a marriage with Roy Hinkely. Not ever."
Ginger began to tear up. "You are wrong! Roy loves me! He loves me and he would marry me!"
She turned looking around. "Roy! Roy darling tell them you would marry me! Roy! Roy!"
"He's not here." Another rich snob female said. "He's never marrying you. He doesn't want a marriage. Forget it. It's not happening! You are never going to have his children either! How foolish of you to think so! No you are not marrying Roy!"
Tears spilled out of Ginger's eyes as she said. "No! Roy will marry me! He will! He will!"
The crowd began to laugh. Their laughter grew and grew. Everyone was circling around her laughing and taunting the starlet. She felt trapped.
"Roy! Roy!" She cried out looking around.. "Roy tell them you'll marry me! Roy! Roy!"
"Roy!" Ginger called out in her sleep. "Roy! Roy!"
The Professor came rushing in and over to the bed. "Ginger…Ginger.."
Ginger suddenly awoke with her heart beating fast. "Roy…" She said in a small voice.
"Ginger…my love you were having a dream." He explained.
"Oh.." The starlet said. She circled her arms around him placing her head against his shoulder. The dream seemed so real it was scary.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I guess so." The redhead replied.
"What were you dreaming?"
Ginger opened her mouth to speak then stopped. No she wasn't going to tell him…No she couldn't…Could she? Her mind was spinning. Finally after a few second she responded. "It was nothing…I mean it was something but not…I just dreamed that I couldn't find you…that's all. We were at some party and I didn't know where you were..I know it's silly."
"It's not silly." He said soothingly. "Ginger I want you to know I meant what I said. You will never have to worry about losing me. I promise. No matter what I am not going anywhere."
The starlet smiled. "I know darling. I told you it was just some silly dream. I'm alright now." She pulled away a bit. "I'm fine. Really I am."
"Good." He said kissing her head. "Why don't we get some sleep."
"Okay." Ginger said she then looked at him. "Darling how come you are dressed?"
"Oh." He said thinking fast. "I just…Mrs. Howell needed my help with something. She wanted to know if I could make a new mirror for her. I told her that Skipper and I will work on it in the morning." He hated lying to her but he didn't want to let her know what he was planning. It had to be a surprise. A romantic surprise. Ginger should have that.
"I see." Ginger said thinking it odd the millionaire's wife would inquire about such a thing this time of night but shrugged it off. "Let's go to sleep."
The Professor climbed into bed with Ginger placing his arm around her. He had a feeling there was more to the redhead's dream then she was letting on. The academic believed most likely it had to do with her fear of him not wanting what she did. Well she was not going to feel like that much longer and he would be sure to try and alleviate those fears of hers. Ginger should not feel that way and he would do what he had to do to ensure she didn't.