Those fingers at the nape of his neck sent chills down Renly's spine, a deep shuddering need that penetrated his skull and left him reeling. How could those hands, at once foreign and intimately familiar, be the hands of a stranger? Unknown? They felt more like hands from another life, remnants of another time. A touch that had once belonged, but had now been lost.
Oh. That kiss. Warm, dry lips against his own, lips that had no business claiming him but did so nonetheless. He closed his eyes and melted into the touch, the light caress, forgetting for an instant that he was in a deserted parking lot with only the cold, flickering light of a street lamp above for company. He was somewhere else, with a stranger's name on his lips, just at the tip of his tongue yet still out of reach. Unknown. Yes, he accepted the kiss without protest - but when their lips parted, his brow only wrinkled in an even stronger sense of confusion. He curled his fingers against the man's cheek, staring at him with a sense of wonder and loss.