*blinking rapidly, wide-eyed and still trying to absorb the reality that is you manhandling him like you have any business touching him* What are you— *at the last second, turns his head so your lips (your kiss?!) glance off his jaw* What do you mean, "that's it"?? You can fuck right off, Glorfindel. *shoves you again, harder, really putting his back into it (don't make me hit you)*
*looks past you but he's still crowded against a wall, with you standing virtually on top of him* *is nearly shaking with rage because he can feel so much pure heat radiating from your body and your hair is so long now, it's almost brushing his cheek*