Hold no Brief for Briefs

A/N: So, this idea came to me during my afternoon nap, lol. It's a bit steamy, I guess you could say, a bit semi-erotic, but I still think we can get away with rating it T, because there will be nothing explicit. Just a little something to enjoy and laugh at, in tribute to one of my fav W.I.T.C.H couples.

Summary: Mid-Season 1. Caleb visits Cornelia's place in order to use the luxury of her shower, but there's a surprise waiting for him there. The Earth guardian has taken the initiative to equip him with some essentials...and not so much. Before he knows it, the rebel leader finds himself the star of a fashion show. On underwear.

It was a rainy Thursday evening above ''Heatherfield''. Garden Plaza, one of the most prestigious and fancy neighborhoods in the city, had the windows of its luxurious residences all lit up- alluring, cozy and beautiful against the background of the cold, wet evening. Cornelia Hale's bedroom was no exception- inside the large, stylishly decorated room, the young guardian was busy with changing the chiffon sheets of her bed.

She had just hopped out of the shower and into a pair of satin PJ. It was still early for her to sleep, but she preferred to be comfortable since she had nothing important to do. She had already finished her homework and laundry, two things which she didn't necessarily enjoy doing, and could now relax by listening to some music or watching a DVD. After all, Cornelia had the penthouse to herself.

Her baby sister Lillian was out of town with their grandmother, and their parents were out to see an opera downtown- "Maskarade" by Nielsen. It was a comedy of some sort, but of course Elizabeth and Harold preferred to go by themselves, even though they hadn't missed on inviting their daughter along, out of pure courtesy. But thankfully, for all parties, Cornelia was not at all interested. The following day was going to be a sports day in Sheffield and attendance wasn't mandatory.

Nevertheless, she and the other guardian-girls were about to meet up and head for the stadium, where the first part of the sports day was going to take place.

Hopefully the weather will vouchsafe us with less rain by morning, the blonde thought as she glanced through the window. The rain outside was threatening to turn into a storm.

Actually, if her friends hadn't all been busy tonight, Cornelia could've invited them over for a sleepover, but, unfortunately, Will was grounded with extra math work; Hay Lin and Taranee had family arrangements and Irma was just feeling a little under the weather. Probably because she had rocked a crop top outside with all these low temperatures, but Cornelia wasn't the one to judge her about choosing appearance over comfort. After all, she herself had many quotes on that.

Cornelia was just about to go to the kitchen and pour herself a glass of juice before relaxing in bed, when a violent knocking on her window startled her.

At first, she screamed: the dark silhouette on the ledge of her window was too big and threatening to be Blunk. The fact that her room was on quite a high floor didn't bring her much reassurance either. But then, as the knocking repeated itself, a lightning flashed and she recognized her mysterious visitor.

Cornelia instinctively fixed her hair with her hands as she hurried to open the window. Had she known that he would come, she would've dressed in something more...fitting.

"Caleb! What the heck are you doing, climbing all the way to the seventh floor? You're trying to kill yourself or something?"- she exclaimed reproachfully as the 16-year-old boy landed on his muddy boots, right on the pristine floor of her room.

"Sorry, I'm just...ah, crap! Hold on a minute, will you?"- and he took his wet coat off and handed it to her. Then he proceeded to taking off his boots.