Fantasy and dreams

Basilisk waited until she was at his side, standing as still as a statue until the moment her paws were beside his. He ignored the embarrassed expression of the boy, his attention only on Iggy. He escorted her away. He knew they couldn't have complete privacy, but they could find a relatively secluded spot. His reindeer stood as sentry to ensure no one tried to listen in as he turned to Ignita. A muscle bulged in his neck, the strain of keeping himself in check. “Are you TRYING to cause an incident?” He growled at her. 

No one else was allowed to lay claim to her lips, her body. She belonged to him. “What did you say to that boy? Why was he trying to kiss you?” He bared his fangs just barely, glancing around to ensure no one could see them before he pressed his lips to hers. possessive. Controlling. “Mine” he breathed into her mouth before he pulled away.