Gerard jumps when she touches his ass and almost hits his head on a shelf in the fridge.<span style="font-style: italic">Jesus Christ! Man she is getting touchy. IS she trying to get me all hot and bothered?</span>"What? You saying you don't like this ass? Is that why you can't stop staring?" He teases and sprays the skillet with oil. HE starts making the burgers, carefully putting some bleu cheese inside of each individual patty.  Out of his peripheral vision, he watches her legs swing, hoping that she will show her panties. After he makes four burgers, he puts the rest of the meat inside of the fridge and goes over to the sink, which is right next to her.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me, young lady," He starts waving his finger at her, imitating their mother, "Seats are for sitting, not counters." Gerard flashes her a smile and starts to wash his hands. After finishing, he flicks his wet fingers at her and then shakes his head, "Well, if you won't get off the counters, I guess I've got to get you off," after a wink, he quickly scoops her ass in his hands and picks her up. He can't help but notice the closeness of her lips to his own. His teasing smile falters a bit as he feels himself begin to harden.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh god, please please please don't feel that</span>HE pleads silently, shuffling her against him so she hopefully won't feel it. Gerard unceremoniously tosses her onto the couch with a short laugh, "Well, there is your seat, curls!"<br/><br/>He quickly moves back into the kitchen to continue cooking and to hide both his red face and his....issue. After grabbing a spatula, Gerard starts to cook the patties through thoroughly, "So, how do you want yours cooked? I'm not cooking it well done. If you want well done I'll cook you a piece of rubber. It'll be about the same." He focuses on his burger, which he is barely cooking.