CHAPTER FIVE: THE FINAL LESSON





A/N: Things turn back to steamy for this chapter, so for those of you that wear glasses, maybe you should go buy some wipers for them, the ones that look like miniature car windshield wipers.

Enjoy! ;)





Thanks mainly to Rocky's tender care, Trish quickly recovered from her ordeal. She was making love with him again long before her face had completely healed from the two blows she'd received at Vince's hands. Though kissing had been hard because of her split lip, Trish had enjoyed using other parts of her body to make Rocky gasp and moan in pleasure.

Trish began to sense a growing...reluctance, for lack of a better word, in Rocky. It didn't touch upon their love life, but other times she could tell he was worried about something. Whenever she tried to ask him about it, he'd always changed the subject somehow. She began to get impatient when he did it and sometimes snapped at him.

Nearly a month after Vince's attack on Trish, Rocky brought her to a restaurant similar to the one they'd gone to on their second date - fancy with expensive French cuisine. He seemed more nervous than he'd ever been during the past two months, but Trish didn't call him on it. She had a feeling that he'd gone to a tremendous effort to arrange the night's activities and she didn't want to spoil things by starting a fight.

"Would you like me to order, Rocky?" she asked, thinking of the same reason she had ordered last time.

Rocky shook his head. "That's okay, Trish. I arranged things ahead of time." He rubbed his damp palms on his pants, not too surprised that he was this nervous. So much, including his future happiness, depended on tonight going well. Trish, well, she looked so beautiful in the off-the-shoulder white sequined gown he'd bought for her. They'd only been together two months and yet he couldn't imagine the rest of his life without her.

They sat through the meal, both rendered quiet through the nervousness they both felt. Rocky cursed himself for deciding to wait until the end of the meal before springing his surprise on Trish, he could tell she was thinking the worst.

The end of the meal came after a long wait, during which both of them became more solemn, picking at their food. Rocky was going back and forth between calling this whole thing off and still going through with it. Perhaps now wasn't the right time...

Then it was too late to go back. A waiter came to the table carrying a detailed silver platter and matching dome cover.

Rocky nodded to the waiter as he placed it on the table between himself and Trish, then removed the plates still partially containing food.

Trish, her interest caught, went to lift up the cover only to have her hand captured in one of Rocky's. "Trish, we need to talk."

Trish looked into his eyes. *Is this the end?* She wondered if this was what Rocky had planned for this night all along. Well, if he was ready to end it, she'd do her best to let him go gracefully, praying that she wouldn't end up hugging his leg and begging him not to leave her. She only half listened to Rocky's words as he talked about their relationship, thinking that she wasn't ready for things to end between them yet. Fifty years plus more would suit her just fine.

"There's really only one lesson left for me to teach and that is-"

Trish braced herself for the emotional impact.

"-practice makes perfect."

Trish was shocked, to say the least. *Practice?!* Practice meant being together, not splitting apart. Then what-

Rocky lifted the cover off the platter and Trish's eyes widened to saucers when she saw a small red velvet jewellers' box resting on the middle of the gleaming surface.

*OhmyGod! OhmyGod! OhmyGod!*

Rocky picked up the small box, came around the table, and bent down to one knee in front of Trish as she turned in her chair to face him.

"Trish, I love you so much." He paused as he opened the box. Trish didn't bother looking at the ring just then - something spectacular, she guessed - because the expression on Rocky's face meant more to her just then. "Will you marry me?"

"YES!"

The few remaining people that hadn't been looking at the spectacle of Rocky's proposal turned their way now at Trish's loud reply.

Rocky plucked the ring from its nest, threw the box away somewhere over his left shoulder, and slid the ring onto the fourth finger of Trish's left hand. A perfect fit. He stood, pulled Trish to her feet and kissed her, ignoring the thunderous applause from the other diners.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." Trish punctuated every three words with a brief kiss to Rocky's lips. It was without a doubt the three most beautiful words Rocky had ever heard.

Rocky pulled several bills out of his wallet and tossed them on the table, purposely leaving the waiter a hefty tip. He couldn't think of another time when he'd been this happy, couldn't think of a time that even came close to this very moment. He lifted Trish into his arms, swung her around a few times, and then carried her out of the restaurant as people continued to clap their hands and some even started to whistle.



After a most thorough loving back at the hotel, Trish was the first of them to wake up. Smiling at her sleeping husband-to-be - God, how that phrase sounded so right - she carefully slid out of the bed to avoid waking him and went over to her suitcase. Opening it, she went into the zippered compartment and pulled out a small box containing two pairs of handcuffs. She'd been waiting for the right moment to use them and couldn't think of a better time than now. Right kind of head board, right mood, sleeping man. She slowly went about handcuffing Rocky to the bed, wincing each time that she made a noise that risked waking him up. When she was done, she stopped to admire her handiwork and thought about what she was about to do. Rocky was always so concerned about her getting pleasure from their mutual loving that he'd never really sat back and let her take over before. He'd tried, but had only been able to hold back from retaking control for a short while. This way he wouldn't really have any other choice except to sit - okay, lay - back and enjoy her ministrations.

Trish got on the bed, a little less careful about waking Rocky now that she had him where she wanted him, and straddled his hips. She watched his face as he continued to sleep. It was hard to believe she'd thought she'd been losing him just a short time ago, only to be completely wrong about the whole situation. Usually she hated being wrong, but in this instance she was quite willing to make an exception.

Trish would never get her fill of feasting her eyes on Rocky, she knew as she continued to stare at his slumbering form. She touched his cheek when she could see him starting to rouse, leaning over to place small kisses on his face. His head turned, searching out her lips to unite with his own. Trish obliged, smiling when she heard the handcuffs rattle. Any second now he'd realized he was cuffed to the bed and-

"Trish!" Rocky's head flew off the pillow as far as his restraints would allow.

"Uh huh?" She began licking her way down to his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"You're a smart man, you figure it out." She reached his nipples and began to nip and lick at one while teasing the other with a thumb and forefinger. She'd always wondered if a man's nipples were as sensitive as a woman's. She guessed by Rocky's reaction that they were.

Rocky's back arched off the bed as he reacted to Trish's touch. "Trish, let me go," he ordered in a firm voice when he came back down.

"No." Trish moved her mouth over to his other nipple and began plying it with her tongue.

"What?"

"You heard me. I said no."

Rocky had no comeback for that and remained speechless as Trish abandoned his nipples to begin licking and kissing her way down his stomach. She rubbed her hands lightly down his sides, hiding a smile when she found a ticklish spot. She'd file that tidbit of information away for a later date. Rocky struggled uselessly against his bonds. He thought about demanding that Trish free him again, but then that hadn't worked all that great the first time so he didn't bother. He watched her as she moved down his body, bypassing his thickening arousal and stroking his tense legs.

"Mmm, worried about something, lover?" Trish whispered seductively. "Don't be. I'm gonna take gooood care of you." She let her hair fall forward over her shoulders and brushed it teasingly over his shaft. Her hands went to his balls, rolling the two distinct globes between her fingers. She bent close and blew softly over the head of his swelling member, bringing to mind a night when Rocky had had her in much the same position - minus the handcuffs. She got up off of Rocky and went over to his suitcase, missing the look of shock that overcame his face at her abrupt abandonment. She rummaged around in his suitcase, soon coming away with what she'd been seeking - a half-full bottle of cherry-flavoured massage oil, the one that left a feeling of heat wherever it was used.

With a devilish gleam in her eyes, Trish stood and returned to the bed. This would be her first chance to use it on him. She straddled his legs and, ignoring his protests, poured directly from the bottle onto his cock. It dripped down his shaft, some of it escaping Trish's gentle hands and joining the hair that covered his balls.

Trish slowly worked her hands over Rocky's fully erect penis, coating it twice more in the same tender manner. Often one hand would descend to his balls and rub back and forth, meshing the red liquid even deeper into the short hairs.

Rocky felt incredible heat building and spreading from his center as Trish's hands moved over him. He could barely believe that he could feel such a high temperature in the most vulnerable part of his body and not pass out from the exquisite pain. He had an idea now of how Trish had felt when he'd done this for her, since he'd never given her the opportunity to use it or anything else on him.

Never given her the opportunity... Ah hah! So Trish was taking control in such a way that he would be unable to take it back from her as he had so may other times. He was startled out of his revelation when Trish began prodding the top of his dick with her tongue, exploring the small opening. That was as far as her mouth went, playfully teasing the tip of his head and tasting his precum, while her hands continued to fondle the rest of him. He grew incredibly hard under her touch, like a thick steel rod covered in silky skin and protruding veins.

When Trish felt Rocky's balls pull up tight to his shaft - a sure sign he was going to blow his load soon - she pulled away from him. She didn't want him to cum just yet.

Rocky growled in frustration, his hips thrusting upward as he tried in vain to regain the touch of Trish's hands. "Dammit!" he swore.

Trish moved up Rocky's body to straddle his hips and then gently trailed a finger down one cheek. "Aw, poor baby can't take it?"

Rocky glared at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Yep," Trish smiled cheekily. "About as much as you're going to enjoy getting me back for it."

An unholy light gleamed in Rocky's eyes as he thought about having Trish in the same position he was in now.

Trish saw the look on Rocky's face and knew he was already plotting his revenge. "Well, if I'm going to get 'punished' for this, I might as well make it good," she told him, smirking.

*Uh oh.*

Trish moved back down and began teasing Rocky again, bringing him close to the peak and abandoning him there several times. She planned to have him begging her to finish him before this night was over. She started to play with herself, massaging her clit with her middle finger as she began to take more of Rocky into her mouth. She loved the mix of flavours - sweet cherry tang and salty lubrication. She wasn't sure if it was the loving or if it was just herself, but she thought it was one of the greatest flavour combinations she'd ever experienced.

When Rocky began groaning and Trish knew he was close to cumming once more, she got a condom from the night stand and rolled it onto him. She turned around so she was facing the end of the bed, grabbed his stiff pole, and slowly lowered herself onto it. She began bouncing up and down, one hand placed on the bed to steady herself while the other went between their spread legs and gripped his balls. She had to stop twice more to give herself time to catch up to Rocky's state of readiness. The second time she pulled herself off Rocky and turned around so she was facing him.

"T-Trish! Trish, please!"

Trish looked into Rocky's eyes and read his desperation. For a moment she had forgotten that she'd wanted him to do this.

"Don't worry, lover," Trish said, smiling gently. "No more teasing, no more stopping until we finish this." She lowered herself onto him easily, groaning in unison with his deeper voice. She set a slow pace at first, despite her great need for release. It was a speed she couldn't keep up for very long - Rocky's frantic thrusting into her from below saw to that.

Their coupling became quick, their need for each other becoming so deep that it transcended anything they had ever experienced before. Trish felt a fire begin dep in the pit of her stomach, felt it spread quickly to all parts of her body.

"R-Rocky!" Trish cried. Her little plan had backfired, she realized in the hazy cloud that was her mind. She wanted Rocky's arms around her, wanted him to turn her over and thrust into her mercilessly until they both exploded and nearly died from the overload of pleasure on their senses. There was no way she could stop now to free him.

Trish put her hands on Rocky's shoulders and whipped her hips into an even faster frenzy. She looked at Rocky's face, saw the sweat beading on his strong brow, then connected with his eyes. The next thing she knew, Trish was blinded by a white light as she felt herself being torn apart in the most exquisite pleasure/pain she had ever known.

Through his own powerful orgasm, Rocky managed to see Trish throw her head back and scream, not holding anything back as she violently came. Her vaginal walls fluttered drastically, quickly alternating between squeezing his cock and releasing it, milking every last drop from him that he had to give her.

When she began to come down from her high, Trish collapsed heavily on top of Rocky, out cold. Rocky didn't realize it at first, still glorying in the aftermath of such splendid love making. Then he realized that she hadn't moved in a while and her breathing was shallow.

"Trish? Trish!" He bucked his body under her, trying to wake her as best he could. He began to worry that Trish was seriously in trouble and he wouldn't be able to help her since he was still handcuffed.

"Quit moving the bed," Trish mumbled sleepily.

Rocky stopped moving. "Trish?"

"Mmm?" She turned her head towards him and opened one eye half way to peer at him.

"You okay?"

"Mmm hmm. Why?"

"You were just unconscious!"

"Sensual overload, I guess." She shrugged one shoulder as she said the words. To her it wasn't a big deal. She knew she was fine, and now so did Rocky.

They were both quiet for a few moments, Rocky feeling his racing heart slow and Trish thinking of nothing in particular as she simply enjoyed being close with the man she loved.

"Trish?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you could take these cuffs off me now?"

*Oops! Forgot about those things.*

Trish managed to grab the key to the cuffs from the top of the night stand without having to get off Rocky. The cuffs released with a small click and Rocky brought his arms down to embrace Trish tenderly.

"I was wrong," Rocky said suddenly after lying there perfectly still for a few minutes.

"About what?" Trish asked. She had closed her eyes after releasing Rocky from the handcuffs and didn't bother opening them again.

"'Practice makes perfect' isn't the final lesson."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. There are some things you can teach me, like you did tonight, so that isn't the final lesson."

"Rocky, I don't think we'll ever run out of things to teach each other."

"I certainly hope not," he replied fervently.

They soon fell asleep, whispering, "I love you," to each other.







A/N: This chapter was originally intended to be two chapters, with the second (or sixth) being called TRISH, THE TEACHER, but there wasn't enough content for both. Also, next chapter's the last, I'm almost sorry to say. For those of you that wondered about it, what happened to Vince will be answered. And how has Trish and Rocky's marriage lasted after so many years? Also, what happened to the other characters, such as Shane and Kurt? You'll only get these questions answered by reading.