A/N: Hi, it's me again! I hope you are all enjoying my story Unswitched! This is going to show what took place when Ginger and the Professor spend the night together after Chapter 5. Feel free to also enjoy this story as a stand-alone one-shot.

Ginger and the Professor made their way into his hut. It was getting late now, almost morning time, and Ginger had convinced the Professor to let her sleep in his hut because she knew she would be lonely with Mary Ann gone with Gilligan for the night.

At the moment of the invitation, Ginger had no ulterior motives. She just wanted somewhere to sleep where she wouldn't be lonely for the night, but if it progressed into something more, then she couldn't say that she would mind. ;)

Once in the hut, the Professor started unbuttoning his shirt, almost forgetting that Ginger was in the hut with him.

"Oh uh, Ginger... don't you think we should change into our nightclothes seperately?"

Ginger took this as a chance to get some flirting in with the Professor.

"I usually sleep in the nude, Professor," she said seductively.

The Professor choked although there was nothing in his mouth.

"Uh... well... um, don't you have any clothes to wear?" he asked trying not to sweat profusely.

"I've only got my gown, and they aren't that comfortable to sleep in."

"Oh, well... then, um.. why don't you undress and then settle in with a blanket. I'll go take my shirt off outside."

Ginger nodded and began to undress, while the Professor went outside. After he got outside and unbuttoned his shirt off, he didn't know how long he should wait for Ginger to undress before he should go back inside. He knocked lightly on the door so not to alarm her, but Ginger was too busy humming a tune while taking her dress off that she didn't hear.

"Ginger?" he whispered.

Still no response.

"Ginger? I'm going to come in now."

He opened the door lightly to go inside and noticed that she was completely naked right in front of her eyes. He couldn't help but stare, admiring her perfect figure and glowing skin. Her perfect, full breasts, her rounded behind, and tiny waist.

He felt a warmness inside his pants, and decided to leave before he got himself any further. The whole moment of her being so beautiful completely naked and him being shirtless was much too erotic even for the man of science to handle. He quickly clasped his hands over his eyes and attempted to get out of the door unnoticed, but accidentally knocked into the wall.

"Professor!" Ginger screamed as she noticed he'd been looking at her naked all this time.

She honestly didn't know whether to be flattered or angry. At least he had noticed her, something that Ginger had always wanted to happen. She quickly wrapped herself up in a nearby blanket. She also took notice to the fact that he was shirtless. She knew he had been hiding a killer body somewhere.

"Oh, uh.. sorry Ginger. I am so deeply sorry. I extremely apoligize. I was just wonderring if I should come back and if you had finished changing yet. I didn't mean to act like some foolish peeping Tom," the Professor stuttered with his hands still over his eyes.

"You can open your eyes now, although it wouldn't matter considering you have already seen everything."

"Oh," he mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

"Now if you excuse me, I'll go to sleep. Try not to look at any other naked girls till the morning," Ginger jokingly admonished, winking.

The Professor, still flustered, decided to go and try to sleep even though he knew his dreams would be filled with the image he had just seen.

Meanwhile, Ginger attempted to sleep on the hard floor of the Professor's hut. The ground was always so hard. She missed the comfort of the bed back in her own hut, but she knew she'd be too scared to sleep alone in the dark.

After a while she decided to ask the Professor for help.

"Professor?" she whispered quietly, "are you still awake?"

"Yes, Ginger what is it?"

"I was just wondering if I could sleep in your bed. The ground is just so awfully hard."

"Yes, sure. I'll get down in just a moment."

"Oh no, that's not necessary. The bed is large enough for the both of us."

The Professor, too flustered by her request to even say no, just nodded his head, and Ginger climbed in.

Although the bed was rather large, it wasn't meant for two people, and the Professor could feel the movie star against his bare chest. He was quite aware that the movie star was naked except for a towel, and tried not to think how there was only a thin piece of cloth seperating the two of them. The Professor knew that he had to make up some excuse to get out of the bed because he could begin to feel an erection forming at the front of his pants. He got up hoping that Ginger wouldn't notice anything.

"Professor?" Ginger asked, "where are you going?"

"Uh, nowhere," he replied, trying to seem nonchalant.

Ginger squinted her eyes in the dark. She looked him over up and down and noticed that he was clearly "excited." She now understood why he was so eager to get out of the hut. Ginger was happy that the man of science finally was beginning to take some interest in her. She was worried that he never even noticed her. She decided that she would have her fun with him. He rarely showed any signs of being romantically interested in her, and she wanted to use this time to maybe finally confess to him that she loved him.

"Professor," she said in her most seductive tone as she sauntered to him.

Just hearing her talk like that already sent chills down the Professor's spine.

"Ginger..." he croaked out.

"Yes?" she said even more seductively, mere centimeters away from his face.

The Professor couldn't contain himself. She looked so beautiful and she only had a towel on. The fact that she was talking that way and her close proximity to him didn't make the situation any better. Suddenly, the Professor couldn't resist the urge to kiss Ginger.

So he did.

And it wasn't just any kiss. They'd kissed on multiple different occasions on the island, but it was always to conquer some other purpose, mostly their chance of a rescue. But this time was different. Neither of them were kissing because they had to in order to get off the island. They were kissing because they wanted to, with no ulterior motive. This was made even more special by the fact that the Professor had initiated the kiss, not Ginger.

"Ginger, I am so sorry," the Professor said after they had finished kissing. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't know why I did, but I still shouldn't have."

"I don't mind," she said sensually. "I actually kind of enjoyed it. It's been a while since anyone's kissed me like that. Why don't we do it again?"

"Again?" the Professor said his face turning red. He already had enough trouble doing it the first time.

"Yes."

"Ginger, I'm flattered you... uh, enjoyed, kissing me, but I don't think it's a good idea to pursue any romances while we're on this island with um, limited options of eligible adults."

"Professor, I would want to kiss you even if I had all the eligible adults in the world."

"Really?"

"Yes, Professor. I, uh... well, I love you."

"You do?"

"Oh yes, very much," Ginger said moving closer to the Professor.

She put her fingers on the buttons of his shirt and looked into his eyes.

"So you wouldn't mind if I kissed you again?"

"Professor, the last thing I would do is mind."

"Well then," he said and started kissing her passionately.

Ginger was blown away by how surprisingly well the Professor was at kissing. If she had known that confessing her love for the Professor would result in this, then she would have done so ages ago. ;)

"Wow," she said. That was all she could say to describe it.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"I don't remember, can we try that again?" she asked slyly.

"Gladly."

They began kissing passionately once again. Every kiss was even better than the last. It was a sensation neither of them had every experienced before.

Suddenly, the Professor pulled away from her.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Professor, I want you."

"I want you, too, Ginger."

"Good," she said beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Soon enough, both their clothes were lying on a pile on the floor, discarded. The Professor took out his throbbing member and enterred her, much to Ginger's pleasure.

"Oh, Professor," she exclaimed, unable to contain her passion.

"Ginger, please call me Roy."

"Roy, oh Roy please don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Ginger, you look so beautiful."

"You look great yourself, Roy."

Once they had finished making love, they had forgotten all about sleeping. They were enjoying each other too much, and just couldn't stop what they were doing.

"Do you love me?" Ginger asked.

"Yes, Ginger, I do. Very much." He smiled, and their passionate lovemaking started all over again. ;)