Signing his name and swiping his credit chit for the delivery, Anakin glanced at the nervous twi’lek and zabrak seller before giving them both a sharp smile. “This better be the quality that was promised…” The or else was left unsaid but heard by all as both the male twi’lek and female zabrak began bowing and scraping, promising up and down and to the Force that, yes, the delivery was of the finest quality.

Anakin smiled even more sharply, opening his mouth only to close it when a gentle hand wrapped around his elbow, Obi-Wan blinking up at him.

The Jedi was standing a step behind him and to the left, falling into Anakin’s blindside almost unnaturally so, as if he had always belonged there and the blond had just never noticed. “I’m sure its what you ordered my lord,” Obi-Wan murmured softly, his long braid swaying slightly in the wind from the wide open entrance. “After all, only a fool would cheat Darth Vader.” He smiled softly at him, the creases around his eyes appearing at the smile.

It shouldn’t make Anakin want to sweep the Jedi of his feet but… those soft words did, especially coupled with that gentle smile that made Obi-Wan’s dimples appear. Coupled with the other wearing the clothes Anakin had picked for him…

Well, Anakin was charmed by the sight, Obi-Wan in a silk baby blue tunic that was open in a V that exposed his collarbone, tied at the waist with a white sash and a black belt over that held his saber in full view. The sleeves were goassamer thin sleeves, exposing the muscles of the Jedi along with the breath of his shoulders, dressed in white leggings and black knee highs.

It was a charming display, especially with the others shoulder length hair and his braid sporting Vader’s mark via a golden pendant at the end that seemed to catch the light almost regardless how Obi-Wan moved or where he was.

Yes, all in all, Anakin was quite charmed by his pretty Jedi.

‘Bet you wouldn’t tell me if they had cheated me, this tea is just for you anyhow.’ Anakin noted amusedly to himself, simply inclining his head. “Indeed.” He answered before gesturing to the droids to bring the crates to his quarters.

He still let his eyes linger on the pair of vendors as they nervously made their way towards the entrance to leave. ‘But if they have cheated me… I will indeed know.’ Regardless of Obi-Wan being the only one to sample the tea, Anakin did still know what was quality tea.

He had made Sidious too many damn cups, serving his master and even served as the bastards footstool while the man drank.

A humiliation Anakin and especially Darth Vader would never forget.

Finally the pair had disappeared and Anakin turned, peering down at Obi-Wan before swiftly catching his braid and pulling him close, twining his other arm around the others waist to pull him in close. “Well then, I don’ t believe I gave you permission to speak little Jedi,” He teased almost appreciatively, having come to adore Obi-Wan’s little flights of intervention and disobedience. “I do think I’ll have to punish you.” He smirked, delighting in how Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked

“Okay, that’s it,” A new voice cut through in agitate, Anakin looking away from Obi-Wan reluctantly to raise a brow at Fisto, the nautolan waving his finger between the two as his tentacles undulated in agitation. “Why does your pet have a saber and why isn’t he running,” Several Siths were slowing down or outright stopping, circling like sharks scenting blood. Anakin honestly didn’t care. “The opening is right there.” Fisto snarled, red eyes flashing darkly.

Carelessly, Anakin just stared at the other Sith, Obi-Wan tense against him. Absently, he rubbed at the golden pendant at the end of Obi-Wan’s learner braid. “Because I didn’t break him like all of you did with your Jedi’s,” Anakin decided to bluntly state, pulling the braid taunt before easing his grip again, Obi-Wan not moving his head even an inch despite his braid going taunt. “I kept my leash tight, but I didn’t choke my Jedi… and now I have him… forever.” Anakin rolled the braid slowly up around his fist, tightening it slowly and using it to tip Obi-Wan’s face up, the Jedi blinking at him.

A bit of discontent was there, Obi-Wan’s brow furrowing and his expressive lips at the start of a pout.

It was a look Anakin found irresistible.

And why should he really deny himself something?

Obi-Wan belonged to him and leaning in, claiming the others lips in front of everyone, Anakin made that clear.

His little tame Jedi.