Ewan McGregor imagines and one-shots

Imagine #51 (Ewan McGregor)

It was a beautiful fall day in New York, Ewan and I laying side-by-side on a picnic blanket. The slight breeze blew the surrounding fallen leaves away from us, and it made me shiver slightly. He glanced over at me and asked, "Are you cold, love?"

"No," I replied, waving him off. "I'm fine."

He rolled onto his side and propped himself over me. "I don't believe you," Ewan chuckled while raising his eyebrows playfully. "I can see the goosebumps on your skin."

I looked down at my arms and sighed in frustration that he was right. He always managed to prove me wrong in some way. "Yes, I'm cold," I groaned. "Happy?"

He smiled in amusement and leaned down, kissing my forehead softly. "Yes," he murmured against my skin.

Not being able to stay annoyed at him, I giggled and let him pull me into his arms, shielding me from the breeze. "Is that better?" he asked with a smirk.

I nodded and snuggled closer to him, causing him to laugh out loud. "You're adorable."

I blushed and hid my face in his chest, ignoring his persistent chuckle.