Leas was right about not being available for most of the week. He worked hard between his radio host job and making new music. He even stated on the radio that he would be taking the following Monday off. Of course, there was no way to tell if any of his fans were unhappy, but he made sure to create the best selection of playbacks.

Being a fan of his, she would be happy with the selection. Although, it is very odd of him to take any days off. He even stuck around for the national holidays, and she would have been restless to get the answers as to why he was taking some time off.

Then Sunday morning rolled around, and he stated something bold to potentially cause his own fans an uproar. She tuned in, packing for the day trip to Dublin, whatever that is presentable.

Her head tilted to the sound of Leas's voice mixed in with the radio static.

"Alright my friends, as a reminder I will not be manning the radio. Nothing serious, just trying to do well with my special someone. So please wish me good tidings. We will continue this on Tuesday, after some very good news, of course!"

Why did he broadcast our relationship!? The whole morning, she panicked about it. There was nothing that could calm her nerves, wanting nothing more than to whack a certain radio host over his pretty blond head. The phone rang around 9:43 am and she picked it up knowing who was on the other line, primed to reprimand him.

"Top of the morning, my lovely Idonea! Were you listening in?"

"And heard you break the hearts of all your female fans? Why yes..." Idonea scoffs, thinking at a business point this portrayal might hurt him. The possessive side of her wanted him all to herself and felt a thrill from the display. Her feelings are very confusing. "You have to be more careful...what if you lose fans?"

"Haha, you sound like a good manager. Fans come and go. They can't provide me with the company that you do."

"Most people keep their personal life outside of their jobs."

"I am not like most people. And my fans could handle one day if they had to deal with me being away for longer. Never mind work though~! I'll be at your apartment at 11:30ish or sooner. We can grab something for lunch, then leave."

"You're always so hungry." Idonea commented, with a slight snort of her nose. Though the mention of food made her stomach grumble incredibly.

"Your stomach is probably growling."

When she exclaimed in excitable annoyance, he started to laugh again. "I am mostly ready so I will see you soon!"

She spent the morning waiting in annoyance. This was the first time in a long time that she was excited. Not having a driver's license or a reliable income to finance a car made it impossible for her to visit other cities. It even takes days in wolf form to get anywhere far. Cars are just a new technology that surpasses werewolves in speed, but she is too technology dumb to ever figure it out.

Leas showed up sooner than the promised time, but it didn't stop him. He tried to help, insisting on helping, with her one bag of clothes. He acted gentlemanly the whole time, bringing her bag downstairs and keeping the doors wide open. The radio host mentioned that he was excited about going to this concert with her. She only mumbled about how it wasn’t needed for him to be so cordial. She was meant with enough push back to make her feel guilty for the comment. With him saying how he loved to be helpful.

Idonea will just have to let it go for now. Next time she might have a better fighting spirit.

The ride to Dublin was very long, about two hours max, but it was longer than she was ever used to. Living for as long as she has time shouldn't matter to her. And yet here she was bridled with nervous energy.

Idonea thought she could handle being in the same car as Leas, but more than once she rolled down the window to lessen the strength of his delicious musk. Leas thought she was carsick, which isn't a totally wrong assumption because of the way she leaned her face out the window. It was a sad attempt to keep him safe from her. He made a few stops at gas stations, giving her the chance to smack herself straight in the bathroom.

A good wallop should do the trick! Eventually, she was lulled asleep from doing nothing too long after their last gas station. It wasn’t what she wanted to do around him, since he might see her drool in her sleep.

Damn that she did. Then he did park the car in a parking garage, that is when he woke her with a face that saw it all. Drool, sleep mumbling and all.

"Wake up...my lovely Idonea~!"

"Are....are we there yet?" She grumbled, rubbing away the sleep from her eyes. Her line of sight was blurry from drowsiness.

"Yes...but I wanted to let you know that you are very adorable when you sleep." He touched her shoulder to squeeze it, his smile growing. The other hand was tucked behind him.

Her sight returned and she could tell very clearly that he was doing a very terrible job of hiding his Nikon camera.

A moment passed for her to finally process what he had done. Yellow gaze focused on his hiding hand, "You...wouldn't dare take a picture of me while I was asleep...right?"

"I would never~!" He exclaimed, retracting his touch and reached for his car door. He gracefully ignored all her glaring, sliding out the door and slinging the camera around his neck.

This mortal wants a deathwish. "Fine!" She didn't wait for him to open her door like usual, climbing out of the MR2 and circling around the car to confront him. She faced his beauty at full force, but she wasn't as angry as she thought. No, she wants compensation. Her hand outstretched for the camera, "You owe me one embarrassing photo."

"Oh!" He looked between her and his camera, expelling huge playful energy. His next words followed with a wink, "I'll play. You can start first."

Leas’s blatant attempts to deny her claims are unreal. It aggravated the female werewolf, but she would take the camera anyway by the end of this exchange. Moving the cold machine between her palms, she tried to figure out which button is the trigger, and which is the dial. "How the helvete do you even work this thing!?"

He laughs first before helping her with the camera, leaning in behind her and pointing out each button and dial.

"This is where you change the..."

All the words that came out of that damn sexy mouth never reached her ears. Her attention was only on how close he was, blanketing her frame with his and still so strong against her. Her heart pitters a mile a minute, desire burning underneath her skin. Not even the sounds of car horns and buzzing light fixtures can distract her from the obvious attraction.

"You pressed this button to take a photo...move the camera around and try it."

"Um...why would I do that?" Her hands moved on their own, now the camera lense faced both.

"Smile~!" His hand laid right on top of her trigger hand and pressed the very button for her. A flash of light blinded her and a short while later she realized what he had just done.

"Skit! You jerk..." She added distance between them and forced the camera back in his hands.

“...this is our first couple photo. I can't wait to see it later with you. " Leas slung the camera strap around him, grinning triumphantly. He moved towards the trunk to take their bags out.

His words strung true in her, but he didn't deserve that kind of acknowledgement after tricking her. She moved to grab her bag from him and waited in silence. Her face was red the whole time, it was the only sign that was given to this beautiful man that she wasn't that mad at him.

Regardless, Leas often glanced her way a couple of times to make sure she wasn't upset by the comment. Even as they walked to enter the building, he made sure to keep the door open just for her. But it was a ploy to keep checking up on her.

She sighed from all the child-like nervous peeking. If he wasn't worried, then she couldn't tell what else it could be. Her hand reached for the excess cloth of his ‘The Cranberries’ novelty shirt to keep him in one spot.

Leas leaned in close, his tall frame bent, "Yes...Idonea."

She pecked him on his freckled cheek, noticing how he flustered right after. His sweet aroma filled her very nostrils, but she had enough strength to keep control. "Call me Nea from now on."

"Oh..." Leas blinked his nearly lazuli irises, his free hand reaching where she had planted a kiss. The corners of his lips curled up, his features transforming with his mental processing. "Oh~! Cute."

Her face reddens just as deep as her wavy auburn hair. To keep herself from getting too embarrassed, her next action was to count the grooves of each column, stepping further in this building. This building must be their hotel, but it was too fancy for two concert-going blokes. Her gray t-shirt, cargo pants and boots combo don't match the aesthetic of this place. He matched a lot less with his ‘The Cranberries’ logo front white shirt, jeans that had been purposely faded around some spots and simple light blue sneakers.

This place had white columns that reach the ceiling, maroon carpeted pathways that are perfectly vacuumed for every dust bunny. Glossy wooden floors, and white walls. Her gait started to slow the more she realized that there were expensive vases each way she turned, very afraid that she might knock one off its pedestal just by looking at it wrong.

Leas somehow could tell her discomfort and wrapped his free arm around her shoulder. She forgot how to breathe properly, thinking about how his arm secured her so well. It made her feel so safe.

Her attention was only on that, not even her backpack weighing her spine can dissuade her focus. She snapped her out of the trance, barely made a peep when he led her to the main counter.

"Welcome to the Sheraton hotel." The clerk chanted in a thick British accent, a small looking male with black hair gelled back and wearing a dark blue dress suit void of wrinkles. He must be no older than twenty years, but his refined nature is that of someone who lives for this kind of work. Pristine features, even teeth as white as snow when he beamed at both. A handsome young fellow who uses his image for work, "Shall I check your reservations?"

"Sure. Exactly why we are here." Leas chuckles, looking rather suspicious at all the staring she was doing. Her watching the clerk closely may come off as her being intrigued, when she really didn't have anything else to look at that doesn't cause her intense feelings. The radio host did not falter with the smile on his face, but somehow, she could sense that something bothered him in the way he tightened his embrace. "Lad, I reserved a room under the name of Brennan."

"Let me check my books." The clerk flipped through the pages of his sign in the book, finding the name right away. "Here we are, Mr. Brennan! You and your lovely lady will be staying in room 217. Make sure to call us anytime if you need anything."

The clerk hands off a set of keys to Leas, his clean smile strictly professional.

"Thank you." Idonea and Leas speak nearly at the same time. It made her embarrassed to say anything in the first place. Leas took the keys and guided her to the carpeted steps. They followed the path till signs indicated that it was the second floor. This is where he leads the whole way, hiding his face from her. Hiding what bothered him at the time.

Idonea kept close, finding each decorated wall more expensive than the last. She felt uncomfortable in this environment, the upholstery of the furniture reminded her of the time she visited King Alexander's lost palace. The silence soon ended with a backpack-wearing radio host finally finding their room.

"And this shall be our love cave for the night!"

Love cave?! Her brow twitched, tempted to walk the other direction since this implied her so much. Being there with a single male, one that made it obvious his affection for her. One that smelled so good to pass up, now this arrangement has no walls to keep her distance. How is she going to stay in control?

The anxiety smacked her in the face, and she should have thought about how this looked in the first place. Was she this open to be this close all this time? "Leas...I-"

"Come in and check this room out with me...or do I have to compete with a certain lad?" He opened the door and waited for her to enter, hiding his face away. His tone didn't sound upset, but his words told her a totally different story.

"Wait...your.... jealous?" Idonea asked this and it seemed to have colored his freckled ear with this pink hue.

"Hahah....no...yes? Maybe a little. You...barely stare in my direction for as long as you did with that English lad."

"That's-! Argh, I got no eyes for another...you dimwit!" Idonea grumbled, stomping in the room to avoid the conversation entirely. She is in desperate need to wash up and drop her stuff off. Her name-calling was rude, but she had been agitated all this time and his sudden insecurities seemed out of place even for her. Had he been worried this whole time? Does he not see how he affects her?

Her yellow eyes scanned the room, seeing the beautifully plastered purple floral wallpaper. The white carpet reached to the end of this wall. That room was bigger than her whole apartment. It had its own king-sized bed, topped with velvety soft beige covers. There were pillows for days on this bed.

Then a brown couch tucked away in the corner of the room, big enough for someone to sleep on.

The cubed TV was large and stood on a glass tabletop. Corded Telephone on one side of the bed.

Her heart stopped, remembering that there was only one bed. How are they both going to sleep?

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." Her ears tickled at the sound of a certain male's voice. She turned to inspect his expression.

Although he might have been pouty earlier on, he seemed to have recovered greatly after her comment. Sporting his own little grin and sauntering over to the couch to place his bag. He did not react to her growing annoyance, "The concert will start in the next hour, Nea."

"Right..." she shook her head out of her own clouds, shoving down any negativity she felt from his proclamation.

A part of her wanted to share a bed with him but she had to quickly remind herself that such behavior is uncalled for. That she should be ashamed of herself for sleeping in the same bed as him in her wolf form prior.

But....I don't feel any shame. A growl resonated in the back of her throat, tossing her bag on the bed and reaching towards what should be the bathroom door. When she ripped the door open, her muscles hesitated to see the giant porcelain whirlpool tub and the two sinks with their paired mirrors. The walls there were rosy pink with the added flair of mirrors around the tub as well. This really is a love hotel!?

"My lovely Nea. Is there something that caught your eye-"