"Gorgeous, you're pulling my hair." She spoke softly as if worried she might upset the otherwise peaceful atmosphere that had settled in the room during the minutes of silence that had begun since you'd woken up. With an arm wrapped around your waist and her head on your shoulder, she gave the occasional chuff of enjoyment while she felt your arms around her. Though she'd yet to brush her hair so any attempts at running your fingers through the fine locks seemed to result in your fingers encountering a few tangled strands which she expressed her displeasure of you messing with by lightly pinching your sides.