Lux Bonteri was a complete jerk.

Well, Anakin thought so, at least. Ahsoka had ended up telling him the events that had transpired while she was kidnapped, and the Jedi Knight hadn't been too happy about it. Since literally everyone knew the Chosen One was bonded to his padawan, and they also knew who his padawan was by name, she should have been completely off-limits to this jerk-kid. Instead, he had taken it upon himself to kiss her.

He kissed her on the lips.

Now, Bonteri's wimpy (Anakin had been quite happy at the sheer weakness of it) presence had tried to latch onto Ahsoka. The knight had not been too happy with this fact, and had decided Ahsoka would not be leaving his sight for more than ten minutes at a time. 

Ahsoka was currently sitting curled up against her master's side doing her school work. Arithmetic was not her favorite subject unless they were working with ships. Now, they were most certainly not working with ships, and Ahsoka was a little bit lost.

She growled in frustration, her head flopping down to hit her master's legs. He looked up, thoroughly amused, and gently stroked her back lek.

"What are you working on, Snips?"

The togruta shook her head and groaned helplessly.

"I don't know. I'm done anyway."

Anakin chuckled, scooping her up and settling her in his lap before going back to mission reports. Ahsoka rolled her eyes, trying to scramble out of his lap before giving up.

Anakin was not going to let her go. At least, he wouldn't let her go until this bond interference was dealt with. It was something he could do without really thinking about it, but it had decked his confidence in his position as her bond-mate. What if she really didn't actually like him? When he had been a padawan, a lot of girls had tried (and failed) to tag Anakin with their presences. Ahsoka had always been kind of jealous whenever he came back with even a trace of another's presence that she had not already considered a friend; she would grip onto him like a baby tooka to its mother and refuse to let him go.

So, now faced with the fact that he was doing something to her that she had done to him many times before, she let out a huff and decided to work on something else.

Mission reports.

Paperwork.

Oh, joy.

The padawan managed to stay focused on the task at hand for a little more than ten minutes before giving in to the holo-net and looking through some of the more scandalous news articles. She mostly enjoyed the ones about her fellow Jedi, since most weren't true and were actually quite entertaining.

Ahsoka peered down at the articles, tapping an article with her picture plastered on the front and snorted. It wasn't just her on the front. 

"What?" Anakin peered over her montrals, one hand curling around her stomach as he looked down to the datapad. He was silent for a moment, gaping at the picture. 

The image had Anakin's arms wrapped around his padawan, the most insanely edited version of his glare perched menacingly on his face as he looked off at another camera. Ahsoka giggled as he stared before he reached a hand over and swiped the page down a little.

"Padawan Returned: Master not Thrilled," Anakin read, and instantly Ahsoka burst out laughing.

"The Padawan doesn't look too upset in the images above and appears to relish the possessive attentions of her master." 

Anakin scowled at her for a second.

"First of all, I looked nothing like that," he protested, jabbing his finger at the picture angrily. "Second of all, I'm not possessive!"

Ahsoka just ignored him, "I'm no where near that tame! Or cuddly!"

"You sure, Snips?"

She only growled before shifting to a more comfortable position. 

"I'm going to sleep. I'm tired."

Anakin snorted, patting her montrals before grabbing his datapad and flipping to his current mission report.

Well, she was still there. And that Bonteri kid no longer had a presence tag on her.

All was well again.