Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #14 (Ewan McGregor)

Ewan and I stood arm-in-arm while we watched famous celebrities passing by in a blur of flashing lights and dazzling colors. There were familiar faces and new faces gracing the cameras, and I couldn't help but admire the confidence that they were all showing in the overwhelming atmosphere.

I tightened my grip on Ewan the slightest bit, indicating I was a bit nervous. He looked over at me, then kissed the side of my head. "You're doing amazing, love," he said quietly. "Just let me know if you want to leave, and we will."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not going to do that to you. The Oscars are only once a year, and you're staying here."

He raised an eyebrow. "Feisty, are we?"

"Yes," I replied with a firm nod.

Ewan chuckled and put his arm around my waist. "As you wish, milady."

I snorted and rolled my eyes playfully. "I am anything but royalty, Ewan."

"You are to me," he murmured, pressing his nose into my hair and nuzzling me gently. "So I'm going to treat you like it."

I wanted to roll my eyes again, but I stopped when he leaned over and pressed a trail of kisses up my neck. He sure knows how to shut me up, I thought with a sigh while goosebumps appeared all over my skin.

"How about we save this for later?" Ewan asked, his hot breath fanning me. "Then you can have something to look forward to after this."

I immediately nodded and reveled in his touch. "Whatever you say," I let out breathlessly.

He smiled and kissed my neck again before standing back up to full height.

Tonight was going to be wild.