Author's Note: Hey guys! I've been wanting to make another Hiddleswift fanfic, and I figured why not make a sequel to my last one? So I'm writing it to Taylor Swift's song, "I Know Places." I know the idea and plot isn't unique, but I don't really care. I'd like to explore what just might happen if they were to get together in real life and the world would find out. I know it would be pure hell.

The rating is explicit for now because I do plan on there being some smut later down the road. And all the characters tagged with also show up later down the road. I'm not sure how many chapters this fic will be, but bear with me! I hope you enjoy this first chapter :) Also, have a happy new year, my darlings!

Chapter 1: They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes, and We Run.

Ever since that night—that magical night, something sparked between us. It was more than just a one night stand. I could feel it in my bones, and I think he could, too. After goofing off and making breakfast together that morning, he had changed and I walked him to the door, still in my silk floral robe. We exchanged numbers, and Tom made me promise to keep in touch. Naturally, there was a blush on my cheeks and a happy grin. But love's a fragile little flame and it can burn out. I knew this wouldn't last. He pulled me into an embrace, kissed me on my forehead, and bid me adieu after a night that can best be described as heaven itself.

I was so wrong. Here we are, six months later, and we're dating. The media doesn't know, though—we can't risk that. I know his fans would want to rip me to shreds, and the media would say Tom better run before I rip him apart like I do with all the other men I supposedly dated. We had decided to keep it a secret between our closest friends and us. Not even our families knew.

Since for the first time our breaks from our work overlapped, we decided to take a vacation in the Caribbean Islands. Tom tried so hard to let me have him pay the whole thing, but I wouldn't have that. I finally got him to give in and let us split it evenly.

We found a remote hotel, five-stars on the beach, and made sure the staff wouldn't leak that we were staying here together. And they didn't. It's our fourth day here, and Tom and I have been in nothing but pure bliss. He makes love to me in the morning and night, holding me so tenderly as he whispers words of love into my ear. It's nothing full of passion as he treasures every inch of my body, and I the same. For once you let go of your fears and your ghosts. In the matter of six months, Tom has managed to become my everything.

We're sitting on our towels on the beach, sunglasses on and the sea breeze blowing back my hair. I lift my hand up to keep my hat on my head from blowing away, but I give up and just decide to take it off and put it in my bag. Because of his latest role, his hair had to change naturally. He has it just like he did for The Hollow Crown—facial hair and all. And I love it. I don't care what hairstyle he has, and even if he's bald, because I'm falling for him as he is. Tom cares for me as the crazy, quirky, awkward cat lady that I am. I couldn't ask for anything more.

I roll over and straddle Tom's hips as he lays on the towel and he chuckles. "You know, Taylor, we can't do it out here," He whispers, shooting me a mischievous look.

"Oh quit it!" I laugh, punching his arm playfully. "Even though you just ooze sexiness, and I can't contain myself around you, that doesn't mean all I want to do is make love with you every second of the day." I shot back jockingly, rolling my eyes. "Let's take a dip in the ocean!" I get off of him and jump up like an excited little girl. "C'mon, lazy!" I reach down, taking his hand and forcing him to stand up.

"Well it looks like I don't have a choice, now do I?" Tom grinned, shaking his head. He licks his lips as he looks at me up and down with my short, windswept hair and bikini—all natural, and he's entranced by every inch of me. I have him wrapped around my finger, and he has me the same way.

"Nope. You have to obey my every order and whim," I stick my tongue out before taking off in a sprint, pulling him along with me. I'm wearing a white and navy striped bikini, with high-waited bottoms and a bustier kind of top that push up my breasts. Hey, gotta make the girls look better, right?

The scene of us running into the water together, and Tom lifting me up in his arms and spinning me around could be in a movie, I swear. I'm giggling as he does this, and all of a sudden he throws me into the water. Oh, oh no he isn't going to get away that easily. I pop back up to the surface, gasping for breath as I narrow my eyes at him and he's full on laughing he can't stop. "Oh, you should have seen your face, Tay! It was priceless!"

"You're not," I say, treading water to get closer to him. "Going to get away with that!" I grin deviously, jumping up and placing my hands on his head, shoving him down into the water as I laugh. He had it coming—it was only suiting. But I lift my hands up, moving away so he can come back up, and he does. Tom gaspts for breath, shaking his head and wiping the water from his eyes. "You little…" He's at a loss for words as he narrows his eyes at me.

"Hmm?" I blink my eyes like an innocent girl. "What are you going to do to me for being a bad girl, Thomas?" His name slips off my tongue and I bite my lip.

"I'm going to punish you, my darling," Tom says huskily as he comes to me, wrapping his strong arms around my body. He showers me with kisses all over my face and body, and tickles me as I giggle and squirm under his tough. He stops and captures my lips in a passionate, long kiss. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I pull away for a moment. "Let's take this to the room," I eye him.

Tom scoops me up suddenly, carrying me bridal style towards the shore so we can go back to our secluded room. I laugh, and grab his face with my hands, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Then I see the last thing I wanted to see. There's one person on the shore. It's a short, stubby man with a Hawaiian button up shirt and cargo shorts. He has a camera with a huge lens in his hands and he's snapping photos of us nonstop. My jaw drops, and I know Tom's does too as he comes to a stop. We look at each other.

Oh shit.