Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #32 (Ewan McGregor)

I chuckled as I watched Ewan on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon in my hotel room. They were up to their usual antics, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. I always loved it when Ewan would come on Jimmy's show because of how well they got along. Their sense of humor was similar, so they clicked almost instantly on their first-ever meet.

After the interview, they played "Charades" with musician Jeff Tweedy and former basketball player Charles Barkley, which made me laugh so hard that I was in tears by the time it was over. That was why Jimmy Fallon was my favorite talk-show host ever. He knew how to have a lot of fun with his guests while still being able to film his show on schedule.

About 30 minutes after the show had finished, the front door unlocked and opened, indicating that Ewan was back. His soft footsteps approached the bedroom, and he peeked his handsome face around the corner. 

"Hello, my darling," he smiled. "Are you still awake?"

"Yep," I replied, sitting up on the bed.

Ewan slipped off his polished shoes and sat down beside me, stretching his long legs out on the blanket. "How are you?" he asked while brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"A bit tired," I admitted. "But I wasn't going to fall asleep until you came back."

"You don't have to wait for me, love," he said, kissing the side of my head. "You need your sleep as much as I do."

I shrugged and replied, "I'm not a huge fan of falling asleep by myself. I feel more comfortable when you're here."

Ewan smiled softly and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back into him. "Well, I'm here now. Rest if you need to."

I laid my cheek on his chest and fell asleep to his calming heartbeat.