Brahms: This…was a surprise. Brahms knew you knew where his space was in between the walls. What he never expected was for you to make your way there to greet him with little more than one of his cardigans. He looks at you, cocking his head to the side in confusion. You twiddle with the hem of the sweater. “I know it isn’t jewelry.” You mutter, not daring to meet his gaze. “But, I hope my love is enough.” 

He has to think for a moment, trying to figure out where all this had come from. It dawns on him, the old black and white you saw earlier that week. The lady had made love with nothing but jewels on. He’d made a comment about how he would love to see you dripping with diamonds. He hadn’t meant anything by it, not really. Seeing you now, so distressed at being poor.

Brahms picks you up in his arms, feeling playful despite the serious moment. Your yelp makes him giggle. “You make me happy,” He says, pressing the lips of his mask to your cheek. “That’s more than enough for me.” You giggle, still feeling silly. He places you on his bed, gently removing his sweater from your body. He appraises you for a long moment. Then, taking off his mask, he smiles. “Let me show you just how happy you make me,” He says, kneeling in front of you. 

He promised that he wasn’t going to stop until you felt as rich as an empress. 

Hannibal: This…was the opposite of what Hannibal wanted. Don’t get him wrong, he love seeing you on his silk sheets, naked and ready for him after a long day at the office but…what had led up to it. 

You’re smart, but you often missed subtext. When he’d made the comment about wanting to make love to you as you shimmered with jewels, he’d meant he wanted to make love as you shimmered with the jewels HE bought you. It was a pride thing, arrogance if you must, but it was a little fantasy he’d been cooking up for a while. The only reason he hadn’t say anything outright was because he knew you were funny when it came to topics like money.

“Darling?” He asks, undoing his tie. He knows now really isn’t the time for sex, but damned if you didn’t look inviting. “I can’t give you much,” You tell him, sheepish but maintaining eye contact nonetheless, “But I can give you my love.” You shrug, “It’s all I have really.” Hannibal makes his way towards you, climbing on top of you, trailing kisses up your body as he goes. “Your love is all I could ever ask for.” 

Norman: In typical Norman fashion, he freezes as he takes in the sight of you. Coming home from grocery shopping to you in an open robe was one helluva positive. He smirks, noting the robe is in your favorite color. “Whatever I did to earn this. I’m going to have to do it more often.” He teases. 

You can barely look at him, all of a sudden nervous. “I-” You start out wincing at the crack in your voice. “I know I’m not the most glamorous in the world, but,” You look at him, smiling. “You make me feel like a movie star anyhow.” Norman is quick to put the groceries on the counter. Gathering you in his arms, he rips the robe from your body, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder.