Homecoming
The first thing Donald notices when he steps into the house is the warmth rushing in to ease his frozen bones. The second is the music. It's low, but the smooth jazz sound soothes the ragged edges of his mind and puts a smile on his face. With his outer clothes hung and his shoes left to dry on the tile he makes his way towards the bedroom to change into something soft and comfortable.
A square of beautiful pale paper rests on the top of his dresser and he picks it up. The words "Come dance with me" on the only thing on it though Donald knows Timmy's handwriting as well as he knows his own. Change of clothes forgotten he hurries back down the stairs and makes his way into the living room.
He finds Timmy seated on the couch, sipping a martini, flipping through a magazine and without saying a word extends a hand in invitation. Timmy nods and smiles, setting down his glass and tossing the magazine to the side. Gracefully he comes to his feet and takes Donald's hand.
Within seconds Donald is wrapped in Timmy's arms and they are swaying gently to the strands of the soft music flowing out of the speakers. Sighing happily Donald moves closer then raises his face for a kiss. This house that they have put so much time and money into is beautiful and Donald feels safe here, but being in Timmy's embrace is really the place he calls home.