Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
A/N: This going to be the last in my Pretty Boys series. I've given you lovely readers my OTP and my OTP 3, and now I'm going to end this little trilogy (if you can even call it that) with my a new pairing that's starting to become one of my favorites: Bart Allen/Jaime Reyes. As a side note, I KNOW LITTLE TO NO SPANISH. Therefore, Jaime is going to speak English for most of this fanfic and whatever else little Spanish that I've have retained in my vocabulary since grade school. So sit back, relax and enjoy!

Summary: If Bart could be a princess, he'd be Sleeping Beauty. (Come and kiss me to wake me from the nightmare.)
Warnings: yaoi, cross-dressing, angst, enough fluff to choke an elephant, OOCness . . . yeah, that's it.

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It's actually pretty surprising how good Bart looks in pink.

The dress had long, sheer sleeves that hung off of Bart's narrow shoulders, and the material of the dress was soft as Jaime rested his hands on Bart's hips. Normally, in his civilian clothes and Impulse uniform, Bart's body was a straight line with lithe limbs. The dress created a soft dip in Bart's sides, and Bart's hips feel round beneath Jaime's hands. Bart's naked shoulders were pale beneath Mount Justice's fluorescent lights, and when Jaime dipped his head to Bart's neck, he paused when he smelled something flowery.

"Perfume?" Jaime mumbled, and Bart's laughter vibrated through his body.

"Lotion."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Borrowed it out of Miss Martian's room."

"It smells really nice."

"Gracias."

"De nada."

There was a brief pause, and Jaime took the time to enjoy the floral scent that clung to Bart's flesh.

"What's the occasion?"

"I just wanted to try something a little different."

Khaji Da whispered something about falsehood, but Jaime pushed the comment away. He snaked his arms around Bart's waist and pulled him close.

"What do you think of when you look at me?"

Jaime pulled back. Bart's eyes were searching and open, but the impish gleam that usually caused the emerald pools to shine was no longer there. Jaime wanted to say something, but the Khaji Da interjected:

Look at him.

Jaime obeyed.

Bart's hair was slightly rippled with loose curls, and he'd painted his eyelids with a shade of pink that was slightly lighter than the dress. The skirt of the dress wasn't large and billowing like a Cinderella or Belle dress. Rather, it mimicked a blossomed tulip and left plenty of room to move his legs. Bart's skin is pale and soft beneath Jaime's hand as he gingerly touches a knuckle to Bart's cheek, like Bart would run off if he moved too fast.

However, it is Bart's eyes that capture Jaime and pull him in. They are still a brilliant shade of green and sharp like glass. There's something bitter in their depths, something angry and tired and hurt.

"I wanna be Aurora." Bart said, and Jaime felt his eyebrows elevating. "If' I'm Aurora, then all I have to is wait for a kiss from a hero, and then I'll wake up from the nightmare I'm stuck in."

That was when they started to waltz. Bart's dress made soft shushing noises as they moved across the floor. There is a song playing on repeat in Jaime's head. The woman and man singing speak of dreams and love and familiar recognition. It's an old song, probably from the 50s back when fairytales were just beginning, and the words are simple, but it is enough for this moment.

They glide across the floor, and Bart's hand feels so small and fragile in Jaime's, but Jaime pulled Bart close and whispered:

"Hang on, mi princesa. I'll take you to happily-ever-after."

Bart rested his head beneath Jaime's neck, and a soft sigh worked its way out of his throat."

"Thanks."

And the waltz went on.

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A/N: Super short, wanted to try something not M-rated and just fluffy and angsty. Good? Bad? Let me know.