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Sonya paid half attention to the tired reflection of herself in the mirror.
Her eyes barely followed the reflected movement of her fingers as she worked them down along her braid, as they carefully twisted and crossed blonde strands over one another.
Blonde felt like a bit of an overstatement though.
She was gray more than anything these days.
She tied the braid off about three inches from the end of her hair and carefully slipped it back over her shoulder.
The weight of it felt good.
And given how this morning was going, she at least had that going for her.
Some days it felt too early for her to be awake.
The feeling was rare, of course.
But this just had to be one of those mornings.
And it felt like she couldn't shake the feeling off.
A muffled, but still audible groan came from her bedroom.
And it let her know that she wasn't the only one struggling this morning.
"You still asleep in there?" Sonya called out through the partly cracked bathroom door.
She rolled her neck, and felt a semi-relieving crack out of the motion, before she looked at herself in the mirror.
Same old, same old.
Some things never changed.
"I'm something."
Sonya chuckled at the response, before she pushed herself from the sink and moved to the connected doorway.
Pulling the door open, she leaned against the door frame and looked in at her own bedroom.
She looked in at where Kenshi was still half-sprawled across her bed.
It looked like he had managed to get up, at least partly, before he seemingly decided to just lie back down.
He was on his back, horizontal across the bed now, with his head partly hanging off the edge of it.
The long-sleeve shirt he slept in had gotten bundled up in his movements, and it was now pulled halfway up his chest.
"You're old, that's what you are," Sonya remarked, as she pushed herself from the door frame and made her way over to him.
She watched as Kenshi stretched, putting his arms out over the side of the bed, before he caught her thighs against his palms as she closed in on him. She felt the residual strength in his arms at the initial catch; and she felt how he used her as an anchor to stretch, pushing back on her now as he pulled awake what parts of him he could control.
There was a slight arch in his back as he did so.
But other than that, there was little movement from him.
Sonya leaned forward and placed her hands against his chest, pushing him back down with the added weight.
Before she shifted her palms back and forth against him.
And the weighted touch was enough to provoke a subtle groan out of him.
"Can you do that but to my entire body at once?" Kenshi chuckled.
"Believe me, I would if I could," Sonya replied, before she pulled back and knelt down next to him instead. She cradled his head in one arm, giving his neck a better sense of support, before she turned and pressed her lips against his temple. "Maybe you should think about calling it quits sooner rather than later."
"I'll quit when you quit," he remarked. "I'm younger than you anyways."
"Tsk, by a year," she reminded, "- and that doesn't account for much. Besides, you've seen way more than I have, so that adds like ten years to your age."
Kenshi gave a laugh.
"I don't think it works that way, but it does feel that way some days," he agreed. "I'm fucking ancient."
Sonya laughed at the groaned remark before she turned Kenshi's head towards her and pressed her lips against his own.
She felt his hands move to her arms now and felt how his fingers curled against them.
"You think you can manage one more day?" she asked.
"Depends. What are we doing today?"
And she already knew that he wouldn't like the answer.
"We're meeting with the OWIA branch to discuss possible expansion in Outworld," Sonya answered. "I'm meeting with Mileena later on this month, so I'll need to get all the specific details for the expansion, and all of the OWIA requirements so I can bring it up with her then. It'll be like testing shark-infested waters, but if the OWIA can sell me on the idea, I'll do what I can to sell it more."
She moved a hand to run her fingers through Kenshi's hair, smoothing it away from his face.
"It'll be all the fun stuff in one- budgeting, planning, diplomacy, you know the drill."
"I'd rather be in the ground."
Sonya laughed once more and kissed him again, before she slowly pushed herself to her feet. "I'll give you ten minutes."
"How about twenty?" Kenshi bartered.
"Ten," she repeated.
"You sure about that?"
There was something about his tone that tipped her off.
And luckily for her, she didn't have to wait long to figure it out.
Sonya found her answer when she felt the slight tug at the end of her braid.
Or rather, at the end of what was supposed to be her braid.
Of course.
Kenshi's favorite party trick.
She reached back and touched it, and confirmed that the committed style had been entirely undone, leaving her with loose, waist-long locks that were spilled across her back again.
Despite being the one in control of it, she still had to remark that she looked, and felt, almost comical with such long, uncontrolled hair.
She could easily cut it, but for some reason she kept it around.
Unfortunately, it did make itself out to be a target.
To foe, and ally, alike.
"You're a real piece of work," Sonya scoffed, as she listened to Kenshi laugh at her realization.
For a man gifted with telekinetic power, he sure enjoyed abusing it.
"You've got as long as it takes me to re-braid this- and however long it takes me to find my gun."
"I can manage that."