Alessia Russo Oneshot

An Evening to Remember

The soft hum of the hairdryer filled the room, blending with the gentle chirping of birds outside the window. You sat comfortably on a cushioned stool in front of the vanity, feeling the warm breeze from the hairdryer Alessia held as she carefully styled your hair. Her gentle touch was soothing, each movement precise and deliberate.

"How do you want it today?" Alessia asked, her voice tender and sweet. She met your eyes in the mirror with a loving smile.

"Surprise me," you replied, returning her smile. "I trust you."

Alessia chuckled softly, her fingers threading through your hair as she started sectioning it off. She'd always had a knack for styling hair, a hidden talent she rarely got to show off. You loved these moments, the quiet intimacy shared in the simple act of getting ready.

"I was thinking of trying something new," she said, her tone thoughtful. "Maybe a braid? Something elegant but not too complicated."

You nodded, feeling the gentle tug as she began working on the braid. The sensation was calming, almost meditative, as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax under her care. Alessia's fingers moved deftly, weaving your hair with practised ease. Every now and then, you'd feel a soft kiss on the back of your neck or a playful nuzzle against your cheek, making you giggle.

"You're amazing, you know that?" you murmured, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"I just want you to feel beautiful," she replied softly, finishing the braid and securing it with a delicate hairpin. "Because you are."

You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror. The braid was perfect, a beautiful, intricate pattern that framed your face elegantly. Alessia's reflection stood behind you, her eyes filled with pride and love.

"I love it," you said, turning around to face her. "Thank you."

Alessia leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. "Anything for you," she whispered against your lips.

The evening was just beginning, and you had plans to go out for a romantic dinner. But in that moment, sitting in the soft glow of the vanity lights, you felt like you could stay there forever. Alessia's hands still rested on your shoulders, her presence grounding and comforting.

"Ready to go?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ready," you replied, standing up and taking her hand. As you walked out the door, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these small, cherished moments. With Alessia by your side, even the simplest of tasks became an act of love and devotion. And you knew that no matter what the evening held, it would be perfect because you were together.