Naked Apron Ryoubi

You awoke to the smell of something cooking in your kitchen. Sitting up in your bed, you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes and yawned. Looking to your left, you saw that the space that should've been occupied by your girlfriend was empty. She must've gotten up early to make you breakfast, which brought a smile to your face.

Scooting over to the edge of the bed, you stood up and started to stretch, still trying to wake up completely. It didn't help much, but you felt a little bit more awake. With a yawn, you started down the hallway to the kitchen. What greeted you wasn't a sight you were expecting to see so early in the morning.

Your twintailed girlfriend was standing there, in front of your stove with spatula in hand, cooking up some eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns, and some other stuff you couldn't see. The most striking part of it all, however, was the fact that she was completely naked, sans an apron. The position of the stove meant that you caught a full view of her huge ass, which she slowly bobbed back and forth to the rhythm of a song she had playing in her head. You stood there, admiring it for a while, before you decided to knock on the doorframe to the kitchen so that you didn't startle her by suddenly speaking up.

"Morning, Ryoubi. You're cooking breakfast?" Your question was given a snide little sneer from her before she turned around again to focus on cooking.

"Hmph. What's it look like to you, idiot? You think I'm sewing something here, dumbass?"
Undeterred by her usual haughty hostility, you strolled over to the counter next to her and peered over her shoulder to get a look at what else she was cooking. Sausage patties and mini sausage links were off to the side of the stove, already cooked, next to...a fruit salad.

"So what's the occasion Ryoubi?" you asked, sneaking around her to grab a sausage.
"There's no occasion. Can't I just cook for you every once in a while?" she said matter-of-factly.
"I don't mind at all if you do," you said, the conversation trailing off into a silence only broken up by the sound of sizzling.

"I mean, I am your girlfriend. And...I love you..." she murmured, keeping her eyes on the stovetop.
"And I love you too," you responded, bringing a blush and a little smile to her face. "But what's the deal with this?" you asked, brushing her bare bottom with your hand for emphasis.

"Heh, I thought some perverted pig like you wouldn't be able to go five minutes without whining about being hungry, so I thought I'd give you a little show to keep you distracted until breakfast was ready," she said, wiggling her hips. With a mischievous smile, you started to brush over her butt again with your hand, slipping in a small squeeze every now and then.
"Well, it's working..." you said in a sultry voice as you crouched down behind her, her butt filling your view. "Tell me, miss chef, is this meaty rump..." you started, taking both of her butt cheeks in hand and squeezing and kneading them gently, "...on the menu too?"
"Ah-aaaaah, i-if you want it to be," she moaned, trying her best to stay focused on cooking. Satisfied with teasing her, you leaned in and planted a long kiss on each of her butt cheeks, standing up to look at her when you were finished. She always loved it when you did stuff like that with her butt, and this time was no exception, since she had a huge, goofy smile on her face, which was as red as a tomato. With a smile of your own, you moved over to the wall next to the stove and leaned onto it, watching Ryoubi cook in a happy silence.

As she started to finish up, you slowly crept off the wall and positioned yourself behind her. Snaking your arms under the apron, you slowly pulled her nude form against your body, resting your head in the nape of her neck. You planted another long, deep kiss against it as you took in her natural scent, how she smelt without her frilly soap or shampoo.

"I love you, Ryoubi," you whispered softly. You felt one of her hands come up to your head and ruffle your hair as she rested her head against yours.
"I love you too, Anon."

That morning's breakfast was one of the best breakfasts you'd ever had.