This is certainly a blast from the past isn't it? I haven't posted anymore to the story in almost a year due to a brain dead reviewer and a general lack of disinterest in this fic. But I decided that it's more important for me to finish it than to get a few pats on the back.

This is an exercise in uniqueness I guess you could say. It's the first fic I've written with not a love triangle but a threesome coupling. I'm pleased so far with the way its progressing.

The lemon scene hasn't been written yet as one reviewer asked me. When I do write the lemon it will be archived on MediaMiner or because I am not fond of getting my account suspended. That is still a few chapters ahead though. First comes the announcement to parents and friends before they get all hot and heavy.

Thank you,

Samanda

Passion, Drive And Will

Chapter Five: First Date

Written By:

Samanda Hime-sama

Inou Miyako applied a last dab of lipstick to her lips. She looked in the mirror at her reflection critically then nodded, satisfied. She recapped the tube and dropped it into her small evening purse.

"Come on, Miya!" Dai pounded on the bathroom door. "We're going to be late."

Miyako took one last glimpse at herself and smiled. She looked good and she knew it. She normally dressed innocently cute but tonight she had changed her style. Tonight she wore a slinky black halter top with a silver metal ring threaded through the strings. Miyako had worn it tonight because it dipped dangerously low into her generous cleavage. It was winter so she had opted for her tight black pants that showed off her slim legs. She was tall for a girl but wore her best high heels anyway. Her wavy lavender hair was left to hang down past her butt.

"All in all, you look good." She said to herself. "Now for the boy's reaction."

She opened the door just as Dai pounded on it again. His pole axed look and up raised fist made her giggle. She looked past him to Ken, who was taking a picture to preserve the moment. He then snapped one from an angle where you could see Dai's face.

"You look gorgeous." Ken told her.

Dai corrected him. "Nah. You look hot, Miyako. Very hot. Now can we please go to the restaurant?"

"Sure." Miyako's lips curved upwards. "Let's go."

Dinner that night was everything it had always been when she was out with both Ken and Dai. Witty comments, humor, laughter, flirtation and flashes of anger had always populated the conversations that she had with those two. The only differences that Miyako was very aware of now was that the flirtation was not so innocent anymore.

But despite the pointed innuendos flying between the triad that night there was no pressure for Miyako to join the bedroom activities. Neither of the two young men had to let that sexual frustration build up because they had each other.

In fact, Miyako often thought to herself that she would end up being the frustrated one. She preceded that comment with "Men are horny dogs" when she sniffed and said it to her boyfriends after they had gotten back to the boys' apartment.

Dai got a wicked gleam in his eye as he grinned. "I'll hump your leg anytime you want, Miya."

Miya shrieked and tried to smack him upside the head but Ken beat her to it. "You're such a pervert." Ken said affectionately as he took off his shoes.

"Yeah, but I get so many ideas that way!" Daisuke grinned.

Miyako groaned. "I'm tired. No more comments guaranteed to get me excited, okay?"

"Really?" Dai all but purred.

Miyako sighed heavily. "No more, Dai. I mean it. All I want is some sleep."

"Do you want to stay then?" Ken asked, concerned.

Miyako thought and then nodded. "Yes, as long as you keep Dai from bugging me."

"Hey, why are you picking on me?" Dai protested. "You wouldn't be so tired if you hadn't drank an ocean's worth of Mai Tai's. You're just coming off your buzz."

Ken's eyebrow went up. "You're so indelicate, Dai."

"Yeah, well-" Daisuke started to get louder, having had more than a couple of drinks himself.

"Shhh." Miya nipped the fight in the bud as she pointed to the pile of sleeping digimon. "Don't wake up the little guys."

The humans went into the master bedroom so they could talk without having to whisper. Ken flipped on the lights. Miyako draped her purse over a chair arm and turned around.

Dai had already stripped off his shirt and sent it flying into the laundry basket set in the corner. Dai had just kept piling his dirty clothes there until Ken had given up and put the laundry basket there to contain the mess.

Not that Ken didn't have his strange habits. No one could touch anything on the desk in the bedroom without Ken finding out and going postal. Every item was set specifically in a certain place, almost obsessively so.

This habit of his was visible throughout the house with the exception of the kitchen which was Daisuke's territory. But even there you could sometimes spot an obsessive Ken reorganizing things until an irritable Dai would chase him out and banish him from the creative chef's kingdom.

Miyako walked into the bathroom and got ready for bed. She cleaned off her makeup and changed into a white tank top and shorts. Miya put her clothes in the hamper like Ken wanted. She turned off the light and came out of the bathroom. Ken was already laying in bed with a book, reading as he waited for the other two to get into bed.

"Sleepy time." Dai yawned and crawled into bed wearing his boxers.

Ken was wearing a set of silky dark blue pajamas that were very elegant, much like his personality or so Miyako thought. This was what he wore normally to bed unlike Dai, who had no sense of modesty whatsoever. Normally Dai liked to sleep naked and had done so since high school when he lost his taste for pajamas. That was when he had started to wear boxers to appease Miyako's sense of propriety whenever she stayed over.

Miyako crawled into the space left to her which was on the other side of Dai. "Goodnight, you two."

Dai's voice was sleepy. "Night."

"Did you have a good time on your date?" Ken asked laughingly as he put away his book then switched off the light.

Miyako smiled into the darkness. "The best."