”May I have this dance, erm…. Sleeping Beauty?” a warm voice asked as Maura fiddled with her miniature spinning wheel. She looked up and giggled. Lieutenant Sean Cavanaugh stood before her clad in nothing but a leopard print loin cloth and a deep crimson blush.

”Certainly Tarzan.” She smiled, accepting his hand as he led them to the dance floor.

”Have you found your Jane yet?” Maura asked as he twirled them both rather gracefully around the room. His dance moves unaffected by his lack of apparel.

Cavanaugh laughed, ”Yes.” He whispered, his voice carrying across the small expanse between them. ”But since she’s my wife, it didn’t take much searching.”

As they moved, Maura felt a pang of jealousy; she had searched, albeit briefly for her Prince Charming and managed to find both Siegfried and Roy, Watson but no Sherlock and a man who appeared to be dressed as a sponge in shorts, but, as yet, no Prince. As a child, the idea of finding her Prince Charming had consumed her loneliest moments, a secret that she had told to no one, not her acquaintances at boarding school, not her parents, not even her diary. She had almost let her childish desire be revealed when; one evening Jane caught her watching the film, a single tear falling down her cheek. It seemed a cruel trick to have been given this particular costume and for her Prince not to show up.

Closing into her dance partner, Maura sighed sadly, watching as others found their respective others and dance, drank and performed various drunken sketches. All too soon the song ended and ’Tarzan’ offered a gentle bow before returning to his Jane, leaving Maura with no Prince, and not even a Jane of her own.

Returning to where she had left her prop, Maura beamed widely. Standing and inspecting the spinning device stood Jane, her long hair flowing down the back of a crisp white jacket that seemed to have been tailored specifically for her. Even from the back, Maura recognised the woman that consumed her thoughts. As if she sensed her presence, Jane turned and straightened to almost a military posture as Maura approached. Her Jane. Her Prince Charming, if only for the night.

”Princess.” Jane took her hand as she bowed deeply before gently kissing a gloved hand.