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After one of his usual Izaya’s chases, Shizuo found himself laying against a wall - eyes scanning the area from behind his blue-tinted sunglasses. That rat managed to get away despite everything, but the thing that made the blonde man even madder is the fact that he destroyed yet another part of town and still failed. He picked a cigarette from his pack and slid it between his lips, lighting it with a smooth flick of his lighter. The smoke grounded him for a moment, the burning sensation flowing down his lungs was starting to calm him down - the wall behind him actually feeling solid after all. Adrenaline was rushing down, his mind already set on paying back the small shop for destroying their vending machine.
Then he felt it - a small thud on his side - his eyes darting down immediately to meet the figure that had just bumped into him: a woman, clearly a foreigner, was now apologizing in every language she knew. But she didn’t seem scared once she looked up and realized whom she had bumped into - apologetic of course, but not scared of his reaction. He looked at her for a moment before quickly dismissing her.
“You should watch where you walk next time”
As simple as that, voice stern but not harsh.
She just nodded and walked away.
But after a couple of steps she glanced back - just a quick look from above her shoulder - and a flicker of something passed through her eyes.
Evelyn barely noticed the vending machine laying on its side, too busy with her phone. She didn’t even notice the blond-haired man standing in front of her until it was too late - walking straight into him with no grace whatsoever. She immediately started apologizing - in Japanese, in English, in whichever language came to mind at the moment - even before looking up to meet his gaze.
Then she saw him.
Of all people in Ikebukuro she had to body-check the one and only Shizuo Heiwajima. Of course.
Evelyn started to think about what her friends had told her about this man, even though deep down she knew he was more than that. She had seen him talking to that headless rider - the one with the yellow helmet who rides a bike with no headlights and no license plate - and she remembered how calm he was, friendly even.
And when he just dismissed her with that sentence?
As she walked past she couldn’t help but glance back at him, curiosity taking the best of her for a moment.
It wasn’t unusual for Evelyn to go to bars alone - being a foreigner in Japan can be hard even if you have friends, so a drink every now and then is more than needed. She had always had a thing for places with soft jazz music and nice European-looking cocktails, and as she passed by this dimly lit place she knew she had to stop there for something to drink.
Little did she know Shizuo actually worked there.
She took a deep breath, needing to gather up some courage before approaching the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools there.
Towel in hand, drying a glass, Shizuo moved to face her - eyes hiding behind those sunglasses despite being inside.
“What’ll be?”
Simple question, direct but calm. He didn’t remember her for bumping into him - or at least that’s what she thought.
“Old fashioned”
Her reply was as simple and direct - her eyes already following his movements as he leaned to pick the bottle behind him. Precise movements, years of experience clear in the way he prepared her drink. Without a word he slid the glass to her, the amber liquid glinting slightly under the dim lights. As she took a sip she was reminded of home - not in Japan, but her real home - and the place she used to go, the drinks she used to have with her friends there.
Feeling a bit nostalgic, she ordered a second one as soon as she was done with the first.
“Be careful with those, or you’re gonna end up bumping into someone else”
His voice was low, but loud enough that she could hear.
He remembered.
A shiver ran down her spine but she masked it by taking a sip of her drink.
“About that, I’m really sorry. But still I’m glad I bumped into you… If it was someone else I would have body-checked them so hard…”
Evelyn said, her eyes watching the liquor swirl in her glass for a moment before moving up to meet him.
That last comment caught Shizuo by surprise - someone actually glad that he was there, that he was that strong? Well, that was definitely new for him. A chuckle escaped his otherwise controlled mouth, his head shaking a little.
“Would you look at that…”
The comment was more for himself than for her, but she heard either way.
Surprisingly - or maybe not - Evelyn found herself coming to that bar more often. At first it was once a week, but then it became almost a daily habit.
She was actually enjoying the cocktails there, and slowly she even started to have conversations with Shizuo.
He was really as she thought - the violence just a facade covering a normal human being who had suffered a little too much.
One night she was out the bar, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between her fingers, when she heard the door open beside her. Shizuo appeared, cigarette already lit between his lips - maybe on a break - and just leant against the wall next to her.
She didn’t know what came to her, but she started speaking before thinking twice.
“When do you get off work?”
A simple question, but hiding another one - Are you free after?
“Midnight”
The blonde man was taken by surprise, but still he replied knowing the hidden question behind that - Yes, I’m free
She glanced at her phone - it was already 11PM.
“Okay, I can wait for you then… If you’d like that”
He nodded, and they just finished their smoke in silence. Evelyn could feel her heart beating a little faster now - both from the nicotine and the implied meaning behind what she just did. She watched as he disappeared back in the bar, her head tilting back to rest against the hard wall - a small sigh leaving her lips. After shrugging that feeling away she made her way back inside and back on her stool, waiting for Shizuo’s shift to be over.
The night air was crisp as it hit her skin, walking beside the tall man - falling into step with him. They didn’t agree on where to go, but they both knew he lived closer to the bar so it was almost a predictable answer.
His apartment was what you’d expect from a single person who spends most of their time out of the house. Neat, clean, simple furniture. Nothing special. Nothing that screams loud about his character - or maybe it does, but not in the way most of the people think it will.
“Do you want some water? Anything?”
He asked, looking back as she was taking her shoes off at the entrance.
“No, thank you”
Her voice came low as she crouched to fix her shoes neatly one next to the other.
He shrugged at that and just sat on the couch - loosening his bow tie with one hand as he did. She followed right after, her eyes taking in her surroundings - a few motorbike magazines laying on the coffee table together with an empty ashtray.
Shizuo shifted in his seat - not really knowing what to do in this kind of situation but trying not to make it clear. It was not his first time having someone over, but it was the first time things actually happened naturally and not after one too many drinks. Most of the other times he didn’t remember half of it - if not for the fact that all the women he took to his place left earlier than expected and never called back. Deep down he was afraid of himself when he was in that state - maybe he hurt them without wanting to and he didn’t even remember.
But this time was different.
He was sober and in his right mind.
Maybe that’s why he was feeling so tense all of a sudden.
Then, Evelyn moved - shifting on the couch to get closer to him. His gaze caught hers and for a moment everything stopped.
He leant in without even thinking, their lips meeting halfway.
The kiss started off soft, the blonde man afraid of pushing her too much - but she replied with more intensity, her lips moving against his in a slow dance. Her hand landed on his chest, fingers making their way up to his shoulder. Shizuo felt his skin boiling beneath the clothes where she was touching him - tender and soft, almost like he would break if she pressed too much. The kiss broke for a moment, Evelyn looking up at him with a soft glint in her eyes before moving to straddle him. As soon as she landed in his lap she resumed the kiss - her tongue now asking for permission against his lower lip.
He hesitated - not because he didn’t want to, but because he was afraid of losing control if things went on. Evelyn leant back, her eyes searching for his in the dimly lit living room.
A silent conversation - It’s okay.
Both a question and an answer at the same time.
This time he took the initiative - a bit less hesitant but still afraid of doing too much, afraid of his own reactions. Their tongues met, a slow and torturous dance of lips and teeth, as her hands made their way back up his chest.
Shizuo’s arms moved to wrap around her, bringing her closer to him - every touch calculated not to be too strong or harsh. Her hands slowly started to undo his bow tie, then moved to unbutton his shirt - her mouth leaving his and starting its descent down his neck. He tilted his head back, allowing her more access as she undressed him button by button, inch by inch.
Slowly.
Almost reverently.
Soon after he was sitting shirtless, watching her as she took off her sweater and undid her bra with ease. The woman was soon back on him, her lips meeting his in a kiss that still held some tenderness despite having grown in intensity. The blonde man wanted to touch her, but his hands hovered over her body - holding back. As soon as she felt that, one of her hands moved on top of his, guiding him on her breasts. He let out a sigh between kisses - she trusted him enough to guide him on her body like that, not afraid of him hurting her. He started to play with the flesh there, gently squeezing and massaging her breasts. Evelyn broke the kiss just to stand up and quickly slide her jeans down her legs, the movement smooth and calculated. As she came back to his lap she didn’t resume from his lips, but started her descent down his chest - slowly sliding between his legs.
Then there she was, kneeling between his legs and looking up at him - a silent “can I?” in her expression as her hand moved to palm his aching need from above the fabric.
He couldn’t speak - not with someone kneeling in front of him with that expression.
It was almost as if he was the fragile one.
The one to be handled with care.
The one who might break.
And he had never felt that way.
One look was all it took for her to start unbuckling his pants - her fingers teasing him between layers of clothing. Soon enough his dick was springing out of his underwear, aching for some friction. Her teasing continued, touch light as she stabilized herself with one hand before dragging her tongue along his length. A shiver ran through his body, a soft sigh leaving his parted lips - his gaze darting down to where she was building anticipation. Then a moan, her lips enveloping him whole - down to the base of it. Warmth, softness, wetness. She started to bob her head, tongue sliding down his underside as she looked up at him.
That gaze was going to be the end of him.
Shizuo knew that.
His hands flew in her hair - not pushing, not guiding, just there to ground him. His breath started to falter as she worked her mouth on his cock, the sound filling the room. As soon as she felt him coming closer - his dick throbbing in her mouth - she stopped, licking her lips as she moved back to straddle him. Her legs on each of his sides, her wet core now pressing where he needed it the most. Their lips met again, hungrier this time, her hips rolling against his need - creating that friction that had both breathing heavy between kisses.
With a swift movement she let one hand slide between them, reaching for his cock - giving it a couple of pumps before aligning it with her entrance. Her parted lips hovered just above his - barely touching - when she finally lowered herself on him. A loud moan, his head tilting back to rest on the back of the couch, his hands anchored on her ass. They took a moment to adjust to the feeling - both throbbing with desire.
Then she started to move. Slow at first, dragging her hips along, his cock lazily sliding in and out of her - drawing lewd sounds from his lips. As she set up a pace his hands moved to roam on her back, pushing her even closer to him - sliding around her to cup her breasts as they bounced in front of him.
Evelyn looked down at him, her pupils blown wide with lust - his gaze holding a silent question. She nodded and without any words he lifted her slightly and started to roll his hips up into her, his cock pumping in and out of her at a faster speed. A low moan escaped her lips as she felt his pace falter, his dick already throbbing into her.
“I’m about to-”
Just a few words left his lips before his release finally came. Waves of pleasure ran through him as he pumped a couple of times before stilling into her, fully releasing himself deep inside. The feeling was almost overwhelming for Evelyn, who followed right after - her legs trembling as her walls clenched around him, milking him dry.
They stayed like that for a moment, trying to catch their breath - slowly coming down from the shared high. After leaving another lingering kiss on his lips, Evelyn shifted to sit beside Shizuo on the couch. His dick was still twitching when he got up to grab a towel for her - a small, considerate gesture that made her chest flutter a little.
Still shamelessly naked, they both lit a smoke - the amber tip lighting up their spent features.