The moment the cosmic data flooded Xalvoria's repairing cells, her golden eyes snapped open. The sudden influx of the Zephyros bloodline supercharged her decaying biology and flooded her limbs with ancient strength. With a forceful thrust, she grabbed Xavier's shoulders and flipped him onto his back.
Straddling his waist, she let her crimson hair fall like a curtain over her collarbone. "I claim this session," she declared, digging her nails into his chest.
'She gets a little energy and thinks she owns the galaxy again,' Xavier thought, entirely unbothered by her sudden display of dominance.
He gripped her hips and ignited his Golden Authority. The violent clash of his brilliant starlight against her oppressive void magic sent a massive shockwave echoing through the cramped room, shaking the entire dreadnought right down to its reinforced hull.
In one fluid motion, Xavier reversed their positions and pinned her wrists firmly against the mattress.
"My ship. My rules."
