Give Emma a cuddle.

You sigh, sitting up and closing the laptop with a snap. Then you fold Emma into a sideways hug, stroking her hair gently. After a moment, she nestles into your side, her breathing steady against your chest.

‘I’m not sure you realise,’ you begin gently, ‘how ridiculous it is that you’re the insecure one in this relationship. Not that you’re even that insecure,’ you continue, as Emma opens her mouth to object, ‘just sometimes. Things like that. You’re Emma fucking Watson, okay? I’m just some guy! If you think there’s even a chance I’m going to abandon you to go chasing after Ariana Grande, you’re nuttier than squirrel shit.’

Emma hiccoughs a laugh into your side. ‘Firstly, you’re not just some guy… you’re my gorgeous, loving boyfriend. And that bitch would be lucky to have you.’ You chuckle, surprised. ‘Secondly, I’m not really worried, I promise. I just wondered why you’d never told me about that fantasy.’

You let that percolate for a moment. ‘Honestly? It just never came up.’ You smile down at her. ‘Think we were too busy having other kinds of amazing fucking sex to worry about old fantasies from back in the day. But, I mean, if you want… I’ll try and remember them.’

Emma snuggles closer. ‘That might be nice. And fun. For both of us.’

‘It’s a two-way street,’ you tell her, still stroking her hair. ‘If I unload my soul, I’m expecting a couple more dirty fantasies from the mind of Emma Watson, you hear me?’

Emma giggles. ‘Okay. There really aren’t that many – not now you know the big secret one about Bonnie, anyway. But I suppose I could come up with something.’

You lie there for a moment, listening to Emma’s breathing; it gradually synchronises with yours, and the room grows still and peaceful.

Then Emma’s hand works its way down, gliding over your boxers. ‘So,’ she giggles, teasing the tip of your cock with her fingertips. ‘You’d like me to sing for you, would you? Is that before or after I fuck you?’