Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #43 (Ewan McGregor)

I dragged my feet through the living room after a long day at work, and I almost walked into the bedroom before I heard a voice say, "Hello there, my darling."

I turned around and saw Ewan laying on the nearby sofa, looking at me with his hypnotizing blue eyes. He looked so much like Obi-Wan that I felt like I was going to melt at any moment, but I managed to calm myself and ask, "Have you been waiting here the whole time for me?"

"Maybe," he shrugged, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "I can neither confirm nor deny."

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and smiled. "Do you mind if I lay down on you? I'm exhausted."

"Of course," Ewan nodded, gesturing for me to come over. "Make yourself comfortable."

I nodded gratefully and rested my limp body on him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. "How is this?" he asked softly while kissing the top of my head.

"Much better," I murmured into his sweater. "Thank you."

"Anytime, darling."