Alessia Russo Oneshot

Interlocking Pinkies

The stadium lights slowly dimmed, leaving only the glow of the moon and the buzzing excitement of the post-match atmosphere. You could still hear the echoes of cheering fans as they left the stands, but your focus was entirely on the woman beside you, Alessia Russo.

The match had been intense, filled with heart-stopping moments and triumphant goals. Alessia had played brilliantly, as always, and you couldn't be more proud. Walking alongside her now, you felt the adrenaline slowly drain from your body, replaced by a calm warmth.

"That last goal was something else," you said, nudging her playfully. "You really had everyone on the edge of their seats."

Alessia laughed softly, the sound like music to your ears. "I had a good feeling about it. But honestly, I couldn't have done it without the team—or without you cheering me on."

You smiled, feeling a pleasant heat rise in your cheeks. The two of you had been close for a while, your bond deepening with each passing day. There was something unspoken between you, a connection that went beyond friendship but hadn't yet been defined.

As you walked through the quieting stadium, Alessia's hand brushed against yours, sending a spark through your skin. It was a simple touch, but it felt electric, as if the universe itself was encouraging you to close the gap.

Without overthinking it, you reached out and gently interlocked your pinky with hers. The contact was subtle, yet intimate—an unspoken promise hanging in the air. Alessia glanced down at your linked fingers, then up at you, her eyes shining with a mix of surprise and affection.

"Is this your way of keeping me from running off?" she teased, though her tone was soft, almost tender.

"Maybe," you replied, squeezing her pinky lightly. "Or maybe I just like having you close."

She didn't respond immediately, instead, she focused on the connection between your fingers. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. "I like being close to you too. More than you know."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you both slowed to a stop. The night seemed to hold its breath, the world around you fading into the background as you turned to face each other.

"Alessia, I—" you began, but she cut you off with a gentle shake of her head.

"You don't have to say anything," she whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. "I already know."

And just like that, the moment hung in the air, delicate and fragile. You knew this was a turning point, a moment that could change everything. But with her pinky still linked with yours, you felt a deep sense of security, as if you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Slowly, Alessia leaned in, her eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, searching for permission. You gave it with a slight nod, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours—soft, warm, and filled with the same gentle intensity that had always been a part of your connection.

The kiss was slow, unhurried, both of you savouring the moment. When you finally pulled away, neither of you let go of the other's pinky, the simple touch now symbolising something much greater.

"Guess we'll have to keep the pinky thing going," Alessia said with a shy smile.

"Guess so," you agreed, laughing softly. "It's our thing now."

With that, you resumed your walk, pinkies still intertwined, but now with a newfound understanding and a shared sense of something beautiful on the horizon. The stadium, the game, and the cheering fans—all of it was just background noise now. All that mattered was the two of you, and the way you fit together perfectly.