This is just what I would write if I were to ever see a jealous Oliver on the show.
Kindle
He didn't mind it when she talked to Tommy; Tommy was their friend after all. And he was very happily married. But this was different. Oliver took a small sip of his champagne and watched Laurel's face lighting up with laughter as she danced with that attorney who was in charge of her new firm. And then, walking over, he grasped the wrist of the hand closest to him and whirled her into him. "I do believe that you owed me the last dance, Ms. Lance," he said in a hoarse voice.
Laurel blinked at him in surprise but wasn't given the chance to speak before he whisked her out the door of Verdant. "Oliver, what are you doing?" she asked; refusing to let her voice sound demanding because they weren't an over-dominant couple.
"I'm taking you home to ravage you until you can't remember your own name," he replied. That sentence alone sent so much heat down to the very core of her femininity, and she slid into the passenger seat of the car after he opened the door for her.
The speed in which he drove the car sent such a thrill through her that her heart was practically threatening to leap right out of her chest. But it didn't. Because Laurel felt safe around Oliver and she knew him to have never been reckless when it came to driving. "Are we going to be there soon?" She was on fire for him and it was taking all of her willpower not to leap across the car's console and kiss him senseless.
"We'll be there soon," was his immediate response. Damn he was turned on by the way she kept moving her fingers ever closer to the buttons of his shirt but then darted away, playing hard to get with her fingers.
She was stirring a kindling fire within him and it was driving him crazy! But he had to hold on for just a little bit longer until they got to their apartment. In record timing – though he's not sure how he did it because he was just a regular guy – he pulls up into the parking garage and takes the first available parking spot.
Climbing out of the car, Oliver extended his hand for her to take once he'd opened her car door and Laurel slid her hand into the one he offered; she too climbing out of the car then gasping when he pulled her behind him at a fast pace toward the elevator in the parking garage. To Laurel, this whole spontaneity that Oliver seemed to have was kind of a turn on.
Just stepping into the elevator with him proved the kindling flame within her was very much still aglow as the elevator doors closed them inside and he pressed her up against the wall, lips immediately fusing with hers in a kiss that left all thought behind and sent them straight into their own little world. Laurel let out a soft moan as her lips were gently plied open by his tongue, sinking into the kiss wholly as it went on and on.
Even as it did, Oliver worked to lower her underwear to the floor at her feet and Laurel kicked them up until her boyfriend caught them in his hand, pushing them deep into the front pocket of his coat. And then he was looking right into her eyes as he expertly lifted her up until he could slide right into her welcoming heat. A deep, throaty moan slipped free from her lips; those lips settling just right against his own. Plump, firm but so responsive against his teeth as he drew her bottom lip between the identical sets of pearl white organs attached to his jaw, that oh so strong jaw. The scrape of her manicured fingernails over the back of his closely-cropped hair made him release a low groan against her lips as he began to move in and out of her at a steady pace of lunging thrusts.