Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #16 (Ewan McGregor)

I walked inside the large room while Ewan was taking a break from his photoshoot for Variety, and I said, "Someone looks deep in thought."

He glanced up at me, brushing his auburn beard. "I always am, darling," he smiled.

"You remind me of Obi-Wan whenever you do that," I observed. "Did you develop that habit from playing him?"

Ewan shrugged. "Maybe. It seems like it started after Attack of the Clones."

I chuckled and said, "I think it's cute."

"Thank you," he nodded in appreciation. "I'll take any compliment from you."

I stepped closer and ran my hands through his amazing hair, but not too much so that it was messed up. "How much longer do you need to do this for?" I asked curiously.

He moved my palm down his face, then pressed a soft kiss to it. "About 20 more minutes," he mumbled. "It should be soon."

I nodded. "Alright. I'll let you get back to it."

Ewan kissed my hand again and let go of it. "I'll meet you backstage when I'm done."

"Deal." I waved to him and walked off, feeling a little pep in my step.