This chapter is for MetanoiaAm with the prompt: "Being a very retro, small town America kind of place, Storybrooke probably has its own version of a "Lovers Lane". How about a cheesy date, maybe even first date scenario where Emma and Regina end up at Lovers Lane (with a different name maybe), and "park" (obviously nothing too grotesque)"

"So where are we going?" Regina asked, trying in vain to see through her blindfold. Clearly she loved Emma, otherwise there would be a fireball directed at her right about now.

"It's a surprise," Emma said. "And typically surprises are kept that way until the other person reveals it. So stop trying to see through the blindfold."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Regina said innocently.

Emma just laughed as she drove farther out of town. She was honestly surprised that Regina hadn't figured out where they were going yet since she was the one who had created the town to begin with.

"Are you driving over the town line?" Regina asked.

"No," Emma assured her quickly. "I wouldn't do that to you without warning you first."

Regina sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. Then why are we going so far away? It feels like we've been driving for a quite a long time."

Emma smiled. "I knew you were keeping track of how long we've been driving."

"Of course I was," Regina said, smirking. "Did you really think that I wouldn't? That's what you're supposed to do when you're kidnapped."

"I didn't kidnap you," Emma said. "You willingly got into the car."

"I'm blindfolded," Regina countered.

"You also willingly put that on," Emma said. "Who knew that the Evil Queen had a weakness to puppy dog eyes?"

"Only yours," Regina said. "And Henry's."

Emma chuckled as she slowed down the bug and parked. "You can take off the blindfold now."

Regina smiled before pulling it off, blinking her eyes a few times to adjust them. She looked at her surroundings before starting to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Emma asked.

"I remember specifically putting this hill here," Regina said. "Do you have any idea what I named it?"

Emma shook her head. The only reason that she knew about this place was because of Henry. He had told her that many dating couples went to this spot for a cheesy date.

"How did you know where this was anyway?" Regina asked.

"Henry told me about it," Emma said. "Told me that a lot of couples come up here for the beautiful view of the city."

"But that's not really what they come up here for," Regina said, smirking.

"You know about this place?" Emma asked.

"Of course I do. This is Happy Ending Hill," Regina said. "I made it right in a place where I could see it from my office window."

Emma started laughing. "Happy Ending Hill?"

"I know, it sounds ridiculous," Regina said. "But I named it that during the curse so that I could look at the hill and smile because no one was up there. Which meant that no one was getting their happy endings."

"And how do you feel about this place now?" Emma asked. She hoped that she hadn't chosen a bad date spot. Sometimes with Regina it was hard to tell.

"I find it incredibly ironic that I'm up here with my own happy ending," Regina said, smiling.

Emma sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. I was afraid for a moment there that you were going to hate this place."

"I could never hate anyplace if you're by my side," Regina said. "Except for Neverland."

Emma shuddered. "Yeah that's a special exception."

"So what exactly did Henry tell you people do on this hill?" Regina asked. "Besides looking at the glorious view."

Emma smirked. "Oh nothing."

"Nothing?" Regina asked. "Now that doesn't seem like our son. He always has something to say."

Emma laughed. "Well he did say something…"

Regina chuckled before reaching out and gently turning Emma's head towards her before kissing her passionately. They both shuddered as magic and love flowed through their systems, both of them still getting used to the extreme power of True Love.

"You know, if our kiss can do that," Emma said. "I wonder what else we could do."

Regina chuckled before pulling Emma closer to her. "I like where this is going."

So fun fact: it takes me twice as long in the shower as it used to because I constantly just stand there under the water and think about what I want to write about. Whoops.