Ginger just looked down at her hands, trying to take in what he had told her. He slid the back his fingers down the side of her face to her chin and lifted her face so that she would be looking at him. She had only been looking at him a few moments before he pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"We're going to be late for dinner." The Professor said, when they pulled apart
"Who cares?" Ginger said lightly, pulling him into another kiss.
"But, everyone is going to be waiting for us. We can always continue this after dinner." He suggested. Ginger agreed and he helped her up. They walked hand in hand until they reached the clearing.
"We probably shouldn't show up together." Ginger said.
"You're probably right. They might think that something's going on." The Professor replied. They kissed again quickly and he reluctantly let go of her hand.
"Hi Ginger, where have you been?" Mary-Ann asked, handing her the stuff to set the table.
"I was just going for a walk in the jungle." Ginger said.
"All afternoon?" Mary-Ann said, raising her eyebrows at her friend.
"I got lost." Ginger said quickly, hoping that Mary-Ann wouldn't see through the lie.
"Oh, well, I'm glad to see that you were able to find your way back." Mary-Ann said, going back to what she was making for dinner
After dinner the Professor and Ginger sneaked away from their huts later that night, for some reason the Professor brought the radio with him.
"What did you bring that for?" Ginger asked, pointing at the radio.
"I thought we'd might like some music." The Professor replied. He took her hand and they walked down to the lagoon. The moon was up high and was shining bright. When the Professor looked at Ginger he thought she looked like an angel, the way that the moon light shone on her. The Professor tuned the radio to a station that was playing soft slow music.
"Care to dance?" he asked her.
"I'd love to." She replied. He pulled her close to him and they slowly began to sway to the music. Ginger rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She couldn't understand what it was about being held by the Professor, but she felt safe and comfortable in his embrace.
She couldn't understand what it was about being held by the Professor, but she felt safe and comfortable in his embrace.
"I could stay like this forever." Ginger said lightly.
"Me too." he replied softly, pulling her closer to him. She looked up at him and smiled brightly. He gave her a passionate kiss.
"Ginger?! Professor?! What are you... uhmm... I'll go..." They pulled away and looked at Gilligan, who was standing there looking rather shocked. "Don't mind me, I was just looking for the radio."
"Gilligan, please don't say anything to the Skipper or any one else, please?" Ginger asked him.
"Yes, please don't tell anyone Gilligan." The Professor added.
"No, no I won't ... tell anyone..." Gilligan stuttered out. He grabbed his radio and all but ran back to his hut. Soon after he was gone The Professor and Ginger started to laugh.
"He look positivly terrified." Ginger said.
"I wonder if the Skipper ever had that talk with him about the birds and the bees." Professor replied.
"Well, I suppose that I should head back to my hut." Ginger said.
"Wait." Professor said, he pulled her back close to him and pulled her into a passionate kiss. When they pulled away they walked hand in hand back to the huts.
"I'll see you in the morning." He said, pulling her into another kiss.
"I'll see you in my dreams." Ginger replied, smiling broadly.
"I can only hope." The Professor said, before pulling her into one more kiss before they went seperate ways. Ginger went into the hut that she shared with Mary-Ann, who was asleep in her bed. Ginger crawled into her bed and began to dream...