"So Ginger thought she was married to the Professor and now thinks she is engaged to him and they are getting married but before she wasn't with the Professor but he's in love with her so he wishes to be married to her even though she doesn't know they weren't together before she thought they were. Do I have that right?" asked Mrs. Howell.

Mr. Howell nodded. "That pretty much sums it up."

"I think it's simply marvelous that Ginger is marrying the Professor. They make such a perfect match." The socialite smiled. "She's so beautiful and he's so handsome…Just like uh that famous couple that's so famous they need not be mentioned."

The millionaire's wife thought back to her own wedding day. What a splendid occasion it was! Beautiful gardenias everywhere! And of course her dear Thurston. Looking so dashing in his black tux and matching top hat.
Naturally her dress was something else indeed. Made of white satin with long lace sleeves and a high neck. On top her head sat a white hat with a veil hanging down.
She never felt so regal in her life. Then saying those vows and the moment the minister declared them husband and wife.
Now Ginger will get to experience the joy of marriage. How wonderful!

"Just think Thurston, Ginger and the Professor will soon be as happy as we are. Oh it's so delightful to know another couple will experience the joy of wedded bliss."

"Yes dear you are right of course but there is a possibility that Ginger could regain her full memory and not actually be in love with the Professor."

Lovey waved her had dismissively. "Not in love with the Professor? How silly! Of course she is! Why have you not seen the way she looks at him? It's love. Sweet love. Yes Ginger is just crazy about that man. She is going to be so happy."

"I hope you are right dear." Thurston said worriedly. "I do hope you are right."

Professor's Hut

Ginger locked the Professor back into another passionate round of kissing. His arms were wound tightly around her. He never wanted this to end. The beautiful movie star was all his. Finally. He had her.

She broke away and smiled at her fiancé. "I can't wait for our wedding!" She stated. "You think Skipper can get that raft built soon? I don't want to wait any longer. I want to be your wife now." She brought her lips back to his and kissed him again before he could respond.

He wanted her to be his wife now as well. Spend the rest of his life with this gorgeous glamorous movie star. Whether or not they got rescued he did not care. As long as he had Ginger he was content. It did not matter if they were on the island or off the island. Everything he wanted was right there in his arms.

He summoned the strength to part his lips from her and brushed back her hair. "I love you Ginger Grant." He stated. "I always have. Since that day on the Minnow when I saw your beautiful self sitting there checking your reflection in your compact mirror. Never before had I witnessed such a stunning vision."

Ginger giggled. "Darling you are so romantic." She said combing her fingers through his hair. The redhead rested her head against him. "I love you."

The Professor never grew tired of hearing those words from her. He felt there was truth to them. She had to love him. Had to. There was no way she could kiss him the way she did if she didn't feel something for him. Each time she had he always could feel it. Feel there was more. Much more. Especially when she kissed him in the jungle that night.
It did not feel fake or like acting. It felt real. Very real. The movie kiss felt real. The kissing lesson felt real. All of it. Ginger had to harbor affection for him. She just had to.

The starlet lifted her head and smiled at him. "You know what else I'm looking forward to." She asked in a sensual tone as she fiddled with the buttons on his blue shirt.

"What?" He asked intrigued.

Ginger grinned and lightly kissed his lips. "Our wedding night." She whispered.

Roy Hinkley heart raced when she said those words. Wedding night. Meaning he and Ginger would….He would get to…"Me too." He replied getting lost in her green eyes.

"Want to practice?" Ginger asked in a heated voice.

Not needing much encouragement he crushed his lips against hers and they were locked into the most passionate kiss ever. The pair was about to make their way over to the bed when they heard Mary Ann's voice calling from outside that dinner was ready.

They broke away and stared at one another. "I…I suppose we should…eat." Ginger said not taking her eyes off him.

"It would be wise." He replied.

"You know I'm not really that hungry." Ginger said her fingers at his shirt.

"Me either." Was his response as he brought his mouth back to hers.

Dinner Table

The others gathered around the table prepared to eat the delicious meal that Mary Ann had cooked for them all.

Mary Ann sat down the plate of fish on the table and noticed two empty spots.
"Where is Ginger and the Professor?" She asked.

Mrs. Howell shrugged. "I don't know dear. I haven't seen them in quite awhile."

The Skipper frowned to himself. He had a feeling that he knew exactly where those two were. For such a logical rational guy that Professor was sure being foolish. He was really playing with fire. Yes it was true that the man was in love with Ginger. You would have to be a complete fool to not see Roy Hinkley's eyes were for Ginger Grant and Ginger Grant alone. Still this was not right. But what could he do? As long as the movie star was in this state they had to go along. The truth was too much for her to handle.

Hut

Ginger giggled as the Professor began nuzzling her neck. Why this was so darn arousing to her she didn't know and she did not want to really analyze it. It just was.
Maybe it was him being so close to her like that. At any rate it was wonderful. Just like the first time….A flash back came to her.

"Ginger I've got to sniff your perfume."

"Professor on the day we are leaving?"

"Have you got any more of this?"

"Professor I think you've had enough."

"I haven't got time to explain it but where do you keep your perfume?"

"Behind my ears can't you tell?"

Slowly, Ginger pushed a bewildered Professor away and she sat up.

"What's wrong my love?" He asked of her.

"I…I was just…Something just..It was weird…I got this image in my mind…You were sniffing my perfume."

"Oh." He said pulling her back to him. "Yes well I suppose I was being…I'm sorry Ginger but for some reason sniffing the perfume on your neck was much more interesting than sniffing the bottle."

She looked at him confused. "What?"

"You remember, Gilligan and Skipper got glued to the boat and I had to use perfume to get them unstuck. I went to your hut to see what kind of perfume you had and well, I suppose an impulse just took over and I…I couldn't help myself. You are so beautiful."

Ginger smiled at him. "Darling is that how we fell in love?"

"Not exactly." He replied carefully. "I mean I loved you way before that. I just…it took awhile for me, I didn't think you would…"

"Roy how could you ever think I wouldn't love you." She said wrapping her arms around him. "You are so wonderful. I love you so much."

He held onto her tightly. "I love you Ginger." He replied. "I love you."

A week later

The wedding ceremony was set to take place. Ginger was more excited than ever.
The others were still unsure about this but decided to just keep playing along. Not one of them wanted to do anything to cause determinant to Ginger. She was still under the belief she was madly in love with the Professor and by the way she had been acting, they were pretty certain she most likely was.

Ginger went to step on the raft when she slipped and hit her head.
The Professor hurried to her. "Ginger…Ginger you okay?"

The movie star sat up. "I think so." She replied.
She then looked at her surroundings. "Why are we on this raft?" Ginger asked.

The Professor's felt like his heart was just shattered in two. How was he going to explain this?

The actress looked down at her attire. "Why am I wearing this gown?" She questioned.
Her eyes went to Mary Ann wearing a red dress. "How come you are all dressed up?"

Ginger noticed the Skipper standing behind a podium. "What on Earth are you doing behind there?"

Gilligan spoke up. "You're marrying the Professor." He explained.

The starlet's eyes went wide. "Marrying the Professor?" Ginger shot her eyes over to the man of science. "We are getting married?"

"Ginger." He said helplessly. "I love you. I swear! You had thought we were married and when I told you we weren't…well you were going into shock so I…I asked you if you would marry me and you said yes…I'm sorry Ginger. I know it was wrong of me. I love you so much and the thought of you being my bride…I'm sorry."

Ginger stood up on the raft staring at the Professor. "Why did I think we were together?"

"You got hit with a coconut and well for some reason you believed us to be together." He explained. "Ginger I know this was wrong of me I just…I had hoped that you did feel the same way about me as I do you. I love you."

"Professor." Ginger said. "Why did you do this?"

"I love you." He stated again. It was all he could think to say to her.

"You did this because you love me?" She said with disbelief.

The Professor felt deflated. "I wanted us to be together. But I guess…You don't love me." He said quietly. "I'm sorry Ginger. I was wrong to….I apologize. I should have listened to the Skipper. Again I'm sorry."

"Roy." Ginger said softly. "Darling don't apologize! Oh I do love you!"

At those words he heart soared. "You…you love…me?"

"How could anyone not love you!" She smiled draping her arms over his shoulders. "Of course I would love you."

"Will you marry me?"

"I'd love to." She replied kissing him.

The ceremony continued on much to the relief of all. Ginger loved the Professor.
The two shared a very long kiss that the Skipper had asked the Professor three times to let go of Ginger already and all three times he ignored him.

The starlet danced with her new husband feeling on top of the world. Her darling Roy loved her and didn't want to hurt her. How could she possibly be angry about that?"

Mary Ann coaxed Gilligan into a dance and was getting lost in his blue eyes when she suddenly tripped. The sailor bent down to help her up. "Mary Ann you alright?"

The farm girl looked at him and smiled. "Are you my husband?"

Gilligan gulped. "Oh no!" He exclaimed. "Not again!"

Mary Ann laughed. "Gotcha!"

"Very funny." He said helping her to her feet.

The End!