Prompt: Myth
"Come on, Donnie," Stella said, "Stop being such a baby and lean over."
He glared at her and got down on the ground, "I'm too tall for this."
"Oh please, I'm tall too."
"Yes, but you're slender and I'm big and muscular."
Stella giggles a little at the thought that Don is scared. She grabs his legs, "Here, I'll hold you, okay? Just scoot out and kiss the stone. We're in Ireland. I kissed the Blarney Stone and you have to kiss it too."
"Gross, old stone," he said, sighing, but giving in and pressing his lips to the stone, "Okay, there. I kissed it. Can I stop hanging off the side of a building now?"
She pulled away and let him come back in, "I don't get it. I've seen you practically jump off buildings to get to run down a suspect."
"Adrenaline," he said, "I have to get the perp. I don't have to kiss the stone."
"Well I'm glad you did."
"Actually so am I," he said as they got to the bottom of the tower, "You know it has magical powers."
"Yes, I read the brochure too, and the guidebook."
"Well then you know the stone gave the king the ability to talk sweet and convincingly. I could use that right now."
"Oh yeah, why's that?"
He paused and reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring box. She watched her eyes wide as he opened it, "Because I need to convince you to marry me."
She gasped, "Oh Don."
"I love you, Stella, I always have and I promise I always will and if you'd just…"
Stella leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. When she pulled back she was smiling, "You don't need magic to convince me, Don."
"Is a yes?"
"Yes," she said, kissing him again, "That's a yes."