It was a night period, the time when Alice usually slept. And, for once, Nightmare was able to join her this time. They cuddled closely for warmth, and as Alice stared into Nightmare's visible eye as they talked, her periphery caught sight of his long, silvery hair. Overwhelmed by the urge, she started running her fingers through the strands draped over his left shoulder.
Nightmare couldn't help but smirk slightly, and Alice already began to regret when she asked, "What is it?"
"I didn't know you enjoyed touching my hair so much."
Face flushing at the speed of light, Alice, out of embarrassment, lashed out with, "Don't read my mind."
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it. Besides, I didn't need to read your mind; it was all over your face," he teased.
Alice's cheeks flushed further, and she said, "Really? That's so embarrassing." And she tucked her head down into his chest. Mostly to hide her super red face. Nightmare slowly tilted Alice's face back up so he could see her expression, and his features softened.
"I thought it felt nice. You're free to comb it whenever you like." And Nightmare gently pressed his lips on her forehead. Alice struggled with words for a brief moment – her thoughts were incoherent, but then kissed Nightmare back, but on the lips.
"Thank you."