Felicity left her gym bag open at the Foundry and her red polka-dot bra falls off as she rummages thru her bag to get her charger. Sara sees it and starts teasing her about boys and girls and sex while Ollie and Roy spar. Go!
“Sara!” Felicity gasps, jumping forward to grab for her bra, but Sara’s quicker and she evades her, circling the table until it’s between them. She was going through her gym bag for her yoga pants because her dress was starting to bug her and it must’ve fallen out because when she looked up, Sara was twirling it around her finger with a sly smirk.
“Why the sexy bra, Felicity?” she teases, dangling it between her thumb and finger, a grin spread wide across her face.
“Give it back!” she squeals. “Give it back!”
“Nope. Do you have a hot date?” And then she drops her voice into a whisper, “Or is this for some ‘me’ time?”
Felicity lunges across the table (okay, so she just leans over it) and manages to hook a finger onto a strap. “Sara!”
She giggles and tugs on the other side. “You planning on having some sexy time?”
And then the most horrible thing happens: the table shifts under her weight and Felicity stumbles off the table, the unexpected move causing a reflexive jerk of her arm and her fingers unclasp around the bra at the same time Sara lets go. They both watch as the material flies across the Arrowcave, seemingly in slow motion, and lands on Oliver’s head over at the training mats.
“Oops,” Sara says nonchalantly.
Roy bursts out laughing and doubles over with his hands on his knees.
From the other side of the room, Digg snorts.
Felicity feels her face swallowed in flames and she cringes.
Oliver gingerly plucks it from his head and stares at it dumbly.
“It’s a bra, dude,” Roy chortles, wiping the corner of his eye. “Felicity’s bra. Because she is a woman and—”
“I know,” Oliver says, licking his lips. His eyes flash over to hers. “I took it off her last night.”
And that is how Oliver breaks the news of their relationship to the team.