This is a missing scene from Search and Rescue. It's Syd/Vaughn. Contains light bondage.
Sydney knocked on the door to Vaughn's hotel room.
"Hey," he said, opening the door.
"Hey," she replied. "Can I come in?"
He opened the door wider and she walked in, noticing he
had changed from the outfit he had on in the club, now wearing only
a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. He made it look so sexy.
She had been so confident when she was in her hotel room, now
right here face to face with him, she wasn't sure she could do this.
C'mon, Sydney just show him what's in your purse. She clutched
it tighter to her body nervously as if he could see what was inside
"Sydney, are you okay?"
"Um. . . yeah. Why?"
"You seem like something's on your mind."
"Nothing, really," she said. That's right, lie to him. "Um, Vaughn,
when you said I was rough at home and on ops, what did you mean
He smiled and came closer to her. "I knew your father was listening
and I thought it would be fun to-"
"So, it was just a joke?"
"I guess so. Why?"
She felt so stupid. She had an idea and now he told her it was
just a joke on her father. God, she was such an idiot. She turned
away from him, embarrassed, as if he could tell what she was
thinking. "I'm going to go," she said, heading for the door.
"Syd, wait." He touched her arm. "What's wrong?"
She turned around to face him, wishing she hadn't come to
his hotel room now.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of your father. That
wasn't my intention."
"So, you don't think I'm rough?"
"Well, there was that time in the shower," he said with a smile.
She remembered. It was about two weeks ago before they went
to work. "I kind of took charge, didn't I?"
"To put it mildly, yes."
"You didn't like it?"
"I didn't say that," he replied. "Syd, what are you getting at?"
She took her purse off of her shoulder and unzipped it, taking
out a pair of handcuffs, letting them dangle from her fingers.
"Handcuffs?" he said. "I didn't know you were into that."
"I don't know what I'm into," she told him. "I just had an idea
and decided to act on it, but now that you told me you were joking-"
"It's just that I told the other agents with Lucien they could
page me if they needed anything, so I'm not really free tonight."
"They're capable of guarding a prisoner, aren't they?" she
said, twirling the handcuffs.
"I. . . sure they are. It's just I wouldn't want to start something
we couldn't finish."
"So, you're saying you're interested?"
"Why don't you tell me your idea?"
"I don't think so," she told him. "Go get that chair
over there." She pointed toward one of the chairs at the small
table across the room. "Bring it over here close to the bed."
He returned with the chair, thinking of all the things he and Sydney
could do on it.
"Sit down," she said before unzipping her jacket, revealing a
black lacy bra underneath it. Her shoes and pants came off next
until she was clad only in the bra and matching thong panties.
"Jesus, Sydney," he said, taking in the sight of her. "C'mere."
He reached his hand out to her.
She sat down, straddling him. His arms immediately went around
her, quickly finding their way to her ass. She smiled before kissing
him, her hands running through his hair, feeling the stickiness of the
gel in his still spiked up hair.
"Um, Syd, where did you get the handcuffs?"
"APO," she replied. "Why, did you think I had a stash of them
under my bed?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"If I did, I might have handcuffed you to my bed a long time ago."
She ignored his question and pulled his shirt up and over his head,
tossing it onto the floor. Getting up, she grabbed the handcuffs off
the bed. "Hands behind your back."
He followed her instructions and she locked the cuffs in place.
"But now I can't touch you."
"Now you're catching on."
"You do have the keys to these things, right?"
"In my purse."
He looked over at his pager on the nightstand beside the bed
as if it would go off any moment.
"Vaughn, don't worry about that," she told him, noticing his
eyes had wandered. "Besides, in a few moments that will be the
furthest thing from your mind."
She sat back down on his lap, working on the button of his
jeans then pulling down the zipper.
"Can I get up now?"
"No." She stood up and with his help, worked the jeans and
boxers up over his hips and off his body.
Sydney kneeled down in front of him. "Move closer to the edge
of the chair."
Her hand circled his cock, rubbing slowly from base to tip,
watching him begin to squirm in the chair.
He watched as she tasted him, her tongue making circles around
the tip of his cock before moving down to the base. Her hand
moved up and down the length of him before her lips encircled
him and she took him all the way into her mouth.
His head went back against the chair and he closed his eyes,
not believing they were actually doing this in a hotel room right
after a mission. Opening his eyes, he looked at Sydney on her
knees in front of him, as if he needed the visual confirmation
that this was in fact real.
She was in complete control over him. It wasn't like she hadn't
done this before, but the handcuffs gave her further advantage.
He couldn't touch her. Well, at least not yet.
His hips kept moving up off the chair and she knew he was
close. She was surprised he had held out this long. A few seconds
later, he came in her mouth.
Getting up off her knees, she straddled the chair, sitting on
his lap and reached behind him for the keys in her purse, unlocking
the cuffs and freeing his hands.
It took him a few seconds to realize his hands were free and
he was able to finally touch her. He grabbed her ass and pulled her
closer to him, before working his hands up her body, unhooking
her bra. He slid the straps off her shoulders and tossed it onto
the floor, taking a nipple into his mouth.
Now it was her turn to squirm in the chair. Closing her eyes,
she gave herself over the sensations of his warm mouth suckling
her overheated skin.
Vaughn reached behind him and grabbed the handcuffs off the
bed, and with some difficulty he managed to get Sydney's hands
behind her back and the cuffs locked around them.
"Your turn." He smiled at her. "Get up."
She got off his lap. "Well, aren't we getting into it?"
"Against the wall."
He got up from the chair and walked the few steps to the wall,
looking at her standing there wearing only a pair of thong panties.
Placing his hands on her hips, he hooked his fingers into the sides
of the panties, dragging them down her hips.
Sydney looked down at him as she stepped out of the panties.
She expected him to get up and kiss her, but he stayed down on
his knees, his hands working their way up her long legs.
She closed her eyes as her head slid against the wall, knowing
exactly what he was going to do. A moan escaped her lips as the
fingers of his left hand parted her folds. She barely had time to
breathe before his mouth was on her, his tongue delving deep
The cuffs were frustrating. Very frustrating. She knew exactly
how he must have felt. All she wanted to do was grab fistfuls of
his hair, holding his head in one spot. She gasped as he found that
right spot. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better than this,
he pushed two fingers inside her and she cried out his name.
She must have blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing
she knew, Vaughn was unlocking the cuffs. She reached for him,
her arms going around his neck, pulling him closer, glad she was free
of her restraints.
Vaughn hands weren't idle as they came around her back, pulling
her closer before he whispered into her hair for her to put her legs
around him. She did with a little help from him. Her back hit the
wall in an instant as he buried himself inside her.
Oh God. This was too good.
But it was about to get better. His thrusts became harder and deeper.
The death grip she had on his back didn't seem to be enough, especially
with the sweat on his shoulders. It didn't matter. She was almost there.
The scream she let out surprised even her. The next moment she felt
him come inside her.
A few seconds later, he eased her down and she landed on trembling
legs. Even through her orgasmic haze, she heard a faint beeping sound.
"Vaughn, what's that?"
"Shit. It's the beeper."
She watched as he picked it up and looked at the number. Swearing
again, he picked up the phone on the nightstand and called the
number on the display read out.
When she trusted her legs to move, she came over to him, running
her hand over the tattoo on his arm. She could tell it was about
Lucien. The club seemed like it was such a long time ago. He was
going to have to leave. She pressed her lips to his shoulder, tasting
He hung up the phone. "Dammit."
"You have to go, right?"
"Yep." He pulled her in for a kiss. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she replied. "I have to meet my father and Nadia in
Guatemala tomorrow morning anyway."
"You can stay and take a shower if you want."
"No, I should get back to my room and get some sleep," she said.
"Which shouldn't be a problem now."
He smiled at her. "That was fun, wasn't it?"
She picked up the handcuffs from the bed. "Too bad we have to
return these, right?"
"I don't think APO is going to miss one pair of handcuffs, do you?"
She smiled at him. "I sure hope not."