TITLE: Turn Me On (Costello/Jones Collection story 2)
AUTHOR: RaeAnne
RATING: PG, PG-13
SPOILERS: Yep, pretty much everything through this season

DISCLAIMER: well duh, um House & Co aren't mine, pity though…

Authors Note: I promise I will try and keep this brief ;-) This story is part of my newly created Costello/Jones Collection. I didn't intend to write more House fiction after my previous attempt My Aim Is True but as I thought more about it, I found I was getting tons of ideas and inspirations from the music of Elvis Costello and Norah Jones so I decided to write a few more based on their songs. If you are interested in either the lyrics or more about this new set of stories, please visit my profile.

This one is a very OOC offering and if you are looking for a pure representation of the wonderful characters (there are some just amazing authors who can nail them perfectly!) this isn't it. It is short and there isn't much of a plot but please enjoy! Happy reading! RaeAnne

Song Inspiration: Turn Me On, Norah Jones

Turn Me On

"You lost the bet…really?" Chase laughed in small energetic bouts.

"Yes, you want to make something of it?" Cameron hissed slamming papers into a various folders on the table.

"Well I'd sure like to know the terms," Foreman raised his hand with a playful grin.

Cameron sent daggers that Foreman almost felt. "Ouch. Even I felt that," House came from his open adjoining door a Chinese take out container in hand.

"Shut up House," Cameron glared still slamming her things around.

"Snap! Who won the bet the again?" House wagged his chopsticks at her with a sly roll of his eyes.

Cameron's presence was frigid. "I am going home." Her icy stare was turned lethally but meaningfully to House before slinging her bag over her shoulder heading to the door.

"Get that guys, that was an exceptional display of 'female code'—I'd tell you to decipher but I doubt you'd get anything but a bunch of double talk and such," House nodded to Chase and Foreman. "But don't worry Moneypenny I got the message loud and clear," he spoke loudly leaning forward and giving an exaggerated wink.

Cameron turned just before making it out of the door; she gave a look that would have made hell into the North Pole.

House grinned and plucked a piece of orange chicken from his container. Cameron grunted low in her throat stomping out.

"Oh yeah, she wants me," House smiled striding back into his office.

Chase and Foreman looked at each other wordlessly.

------Turn Me On------

Cameron was still ticked off as she struggled to get her apartment door open with three oversized bags in hand. Stumbling she dropped the bags, kicked the door shut, tossed the keys in the sideboard dish, shed her coat while cursing. "Why did I bet?" she angrily asked the air as she headed for the shower. "How stupid…Why? Why, couldn't I have just walked away…Couldn't just back down…no…" she huffed stripping piece by piece then stood under a hot jet of water.

She scrubbed with the sixty dollar body wash she had ordered from Nordstrom (most all her shopping was done on-line while on lunch break, she didn't have time for the real deal), then did her hair with the shampoo and conditioner her sister had sent her for her birthday it had been too pricey for her as it was almost twice what her body wash cost. She only went to these extremes on rare and special occasions, the last time had been then night of the benefit, when she had wore that red dress. This wasn't one of those occasions but she wanted to feel at least partly respectable.

She whipped back the shower curtain, wrapped her hair in a towel and shrugged into her robe. The mirror was fogged but she attacked it with a hand towel till she could make out her reflection. Yanking her make-up bag from the vanity drawer, she applied with a heavy hand. Foundation was light, eye-shadow heavy and black, and liner wide and black. She layered mascara till her lashes looked like old Hollywood press on. Blush was added but with less gusto, her lipstick was long wear and shiny—the color 'Frankly Scarlet'. Cameron shuddered as she stared back at herself.

She went back to the living room and hefted the bags into her room where she spread her purchases on the bed. She observed them, then thought 'Damn you House…', and followed that with a chain of expletives.

------Turn Me On------

House couldn't stop smiling as he dismounted his motorcycle. It had been six months since he had been back on the job and he was still pain free.

He didn't know why he had made the bet with Cameron, it certainly wasn't something he had planned, it was mad and spur of the moment. She had marched into his office hands on her hips and said she was right, that it was Cushing's. He knew of course without a doubt she was wrong, even if he hadn't been handed the test results minutes before, he knew what it wasn't, if was figuring out what it was that was giving the trouble. He had argued with her for a few minutes on why it couldn't be Cushing's but she kept insisting. She'd been cocky, so sure of herself that he asked if she would bet on it. 'Absolutely' she had answered. He had listed outlandish demands should he win and was astonished when she agreed; so much so he almost called it off there. But he held back, they shook on the terms and then he laid the test results on the table in front of her.

He had grinned, she had cussed. He checked a laugh remembering her face and her pretty, pouty, mouth saying the vulgar word. Good girl had had been taken.

He climbed the last stair to Cameron's fourth floor apartment and strode to her door rapping confidently. He laughed quietly as he heard soft curse words from behind the door before her louder "Coming!" Footsteps, then finally the door opened.

He wanted to laugh, he wanted to make some quip or smart ass remark but couldn't. It might have been a first. Cameron stood in the door way wearing four inch stiletto boots, black boot cut leather jeans which where were snug and fitted every curve like a glove. He swallowed eyes moving up. Tight black leather vest laced up the front with hints of a red satin tank-top underneath. He thought the vest cinched so tight was better then a push-up bra; he had a hard time moving his eyes from the v of her breasts but finally he looked up. Her mouth slicked in red was not the mouth of the good girl, it was a pout but this was full on sex. Her eyes were dark and mysterious. Her hair was full soft curls looking just right for him to run his hands through.

"Damn you smell good!" was what he finally said.

The sexy lips opened in shock, "I'm dressed like Vamparilla and 'you smell good' is all you got?"

"No, I believe what I said was 'Damn, you smell good," House pointed out.

She folded her arms, "Fine, are we going to get this over with?"

"Yeah…um here," he suddenly remembered the bag in his hand.

Cameron raised a skeptical eyebrow, "You didn't need to bring me something--this isn't a date."

"Just say thank you alright," House thrust the bag to her.

She accepted, "Thank you." Pulling tissue from off the top, she extracted a soft as butter leather jacket. It was exquisite, feminine. It was black with side pockets and decorative buckle breast pockets, a zippered front and a fitted waist. She was in love, it was perfect and more money then she couldn't have afforded with the get up she had just purchased.

"You shouldn't have…House I don't know what to say…"

"Well since 'damn you smell you good' doesn't seem to work feel free to wing it…but thank you is just fine."

She smiled, "Well I do thank you, and I love it."

"Good. Now put it on so we can go."

------Turn Me On------

"You know this feels very demeaning…" Cameron frowned staring at House's motorcycle which she was supposed to be getting on.

"How? Men will be drooling, trust me, you are a supreme 'biker babe'…how is that demeaning?" House raised his hands with a shrug.

"Come again? Being treated as nothing more then a sex toy, a trophy is not demeaning or degrading? What planet are you from?"

"Mars, duh, men are from mars and women are from Venus…by the way this whole conversation has the mentality of a high school spat…just in case you were wondering. Besides you knew and fully agreed to the terms," House answered ruefully as he swung his leg over the bike.

"You're a pig and you cheated."

"Sure you say that now. Get on the bike, I really don't want to spend all night wooing you, I would have to get a hellava lot more then I am…" he started the bike.

"Why you…you…" she flustered for a word bad enough.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones…." He started as she finally gave up and climbed on behind him, "but chains excite me."

She slugged him the shoulder, "You are a complete and utter…" she was cut off by him revving the bike.

"What was that, I missed it," he said.

"I said…"

He revved the bike again, "What?"

"Never mind…" she grunted putting her arms around his waist.

House grinned and gunned it as he pulled away from the curb making her hang on all the tighter.

------Turn Me On------

"A warehouse, we are doing this a warehouse? Are you crazy?" Cameron was aghast as she pulled off her helmet and surveyed where they were.

"Um…yes to all of the above?" Housed answered parking the bike.

She rolled her eyes coming off after him. "It looks like you know what you're doing," she observed the white backdrops, the standing lights and table laid with miscellaneous things she couldn't identify.

"I guess I do," House answered absently walking the bike to stand in front of a white backdrop. He proceeded to wipe any signs of road muck from it.

"When did you start taking an interest in photography?"

"When I was about eight I'd guess," he took a light meter from her that she had been looking at. Cameron thought he looked like wanted to say more but changed his mind.

"I was on the yearbook committee in the high school…I didn't take pictures but I helped with the layout," she offered.

"Yeah." He was talking light readings not paying attention to her.

"You know House this isn't exactly fun…you could at least pretend to be civil and attempt to have a conversation with me."

He turned from repositioning lights around the bike. "You want to know why I became involved in photography."

She nodded, "Yes, generally that is how a conversation starts; I ask questions you answer them maybe ask me a question and so on and so forth till we get bored or run out of questions."

"Well I'm bored so can we drop it?"

She frowned at him.

"Fine, yes there was a reason I started in photography, my dad, are you happy?"

"But I thought…" she started but he quickly cut her off, "Exactly, which is why we aren't talking about it any more."

She glared frowning more deeply at him.

"Maybe we'll talk more about it if you are a good girl," he offered which made her all the more irritated.

"Let's just get this done with please."

"Alright, get on the bike," he instructed setting a tripod and adjusting lights.

"You've got to sex it up…or heck, at least smile!" he exclaimed as she sat prime and rigid as you please arms folded and glaring.

"Come on…it's in you, I know it is. Come on, play to the camera…" he circled her camera in hand. "Come on, this is a hot crotch rocket, a piece of fine tuned, performance machinery here…" he grinned eyes moving from the view finder to her and back again.

Cameron wanted to be angry, she wanted to hold out but it was hard to as House circled camera in her face looking like a loon. "House this is crazy!" she was fighting laughter.

"Doesn't it make you feel sexy, all that power between your legs…" he stopped still looking at her, seeing how she took that comment.

"That was a bit much," she had a smile that was barely containing the mirth, and an arched eyebrow.

"Ya think?"

"Yeah," she nodded. He mulled it over then nodded agreeing.

"Alright, well come on, do something…"

"House!" she blushed scarlet just thinking about what he wanted her to do.

"Come on, you're gorgeous, there is no reason to be embarrassed…"

"I feel…so…" she fidgeted glancing around self-consciously.

"Sexy, that is what you are feeling—it's the bike."

She rolled her eyes at him laughing, "That is not what I am feeling thank you very much."

"Fine; do you need some mood music?" he put the camera down.

"Do you have some?" she was astonished.

"Yep, you bet," he answered producing a remote from his jacket pocket. Clicking a button, the huge warehouse filled with David Lee Roth's Yankee Rose.

"My word, how many speakers are there here?" she called over the noise.

"Don't worry about it…now come on pose!"

Cameron began to think of the reasons House would outfit a building with a stellar sound system and didn't dwell so much on her inhibitions.

"That's it…there it is…" House grinned as Cameron lifted her hips and leaned toward the handlebars, hands braced on the gas tank. "That one is going on my Christmas cards," he kept the camera rolling as she gave sexy pouts, tantalizing glances and seductive looks.

She was kind of enjoying it, it was freeing, empowering in some way. She rocked backward throwing back her head and arching her back hands planted in front of her on the seat.

"That's perfect…" House said around the lump that had suddenly formed in throat, he was mesmerized.

She turned and winked at him, hooking a finger for him to come closer, bidding him with her slightly opened lips.

House was grinning, "I've got the caption…'Sexy Ally Cat Scratching At the Door'…"

"The magazine that would feature this, would be I am sure, the New England Medical Journal or something of the kind…not a trashy rag right?" she tossed a saucy look over her shoulder as she swung off the bike.

"Sure, that's where these pictures would be published, right," House answered mind conjuring up pictures of Cameron straddling his bike while wearing nothing but a lab coat and those kitten classes she liked to wear. Sexy Doctor Lady was as appealing as leather clad Vamparilla it seemed, maybe even a little more.

"Why do you want these pictures anyway?"

"MySpace. My friends will think I'm like, totally rad."

She rolled her eyes at his teen tone, "Seriously."

"Seriously serious? Christmas cards—thought Stu and Fred down in maintenance might get a kick…" he paused when he saw that she wasn't amused. "I'm a guy why do you think I want the pictures?"

She made a face. "Does that camera have a timer?" she suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"Does it or doesn't it?" Cameron folded her arms as her mind went over the information she put together.

"Yes it does, for one picture of it can be set up to take a succession of pictures one every five seconds till shut off manually or with a remote."

She thought he sounded like one of those guys that followed you around at Best Buy telling you what the back of the package said and nothing else. "Set it up."

"Why?"

"Just do it and come here!"

House was skeptical, but it turned out he was more curious then concerned. He mounted the digital camera on the tripod then messed with the functions for a few seconds before going to stand with her.

Cameron wasn't sure why she was going do this but she was. It had been kind of fun in a weird, not-going-to-analyze-why sort of way and what she had planned now could either go well or turn to a disaster.

"You want something to brag about…okay lets try this," Cameron directed House to mount his bike. "Now slide back," she instructed. The fit would be tight she decided but she would wager that this was going to be a hell of a set of pictures.

House blinked as Cameron slid on in front of him facing him. Their faces were close, a fraction of an inch apart. Breaths mingled, eye lashes were examined and tantalizing lips were almost near enough to taste.

Cameron boldly put her arms on House's shoulders sitting straighter tilting her hips and pelvis forward to meet intimately with his.

House nearly choked. Her legs were over his, her body intricately pressed against him in all the right or wrong, depending how you looked at it, places.

"You can start the camera now," she purred in his ear, lips close, fingertip teasing the shell and the tender spot just behind.

House robotically clicked and dropped the remote. Cameron smiled; she turned her look to the camera as she laid her cheek on House's shoulder. "You've got me Dr. House, no strings…how are you going to use me?" She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it immensely. It was obvious House hadn't expected this, he had chosen the terms of their bet for shock value and she was relishing that she was turning it about.

"Come on…play it up for the camera," she pouted running a finger down one side of the zipper on his jacket.

"This wasn't part of the bet…" he mumbled voice throaty and all gravel.

"I know," she answered with a wink pushing the jacket off his shoulders, massaging his muscles as she did.

To House's credit even as Cameron rubbed against him pulling off his jacket his eyes staid fixed on hers.

"You've got to admit, this, more then just me on your bike will kill them at your college reunion…" it was her turn for her voice to go rough, though hers was like satin sandpaper. Her hands roamed over his black t-shirt, rubbing circles over his shoulders, down his chest till she reached the hem and neared places of no return.

"Too bad you didn't think a little broader you could have taken the real thing…" she leaned in and brushed feather light near kisses on his neck.

House's senses were on overload; her lips on his skin were like kisses of fire. Each searing, painful but pure elation; her body pressed against his was agony torture to the nth degree. Her hands were small but with them, she had successfully brought him to submission. It would have been all to easy to let go, pull her to the cold floor and have wild mind numbing sex—but that would be all it was and he couldn't do that to her. He wouldn't have to force her she'd be willing but would regret it in the morning. She didn't realize her own effect over him…

He had to bring himself back under check, had to focus on something else, "How do you know about the reunion?"

"I handle your mail remember…"

"Right," he grinned. Something snapped, the thin thread holding him back, as he looked into her scheming, plotting eyes. She was trying to throw him that had been her plan from the start of this. She was trying to control him, get him back of all his little power ploys. He had an urge to play the game too…to change the rules.

He loved the way her eyes widened in surprise and her chin dropped as he gripped her small waist and laid her back against the gas tank. He left a hand to run along the side of her face keeping the other firmly on her hip. His hand ran down her cheek, her neck, he felt every throbbing pulse point and the fire in her cheeks. He continued down to her clavicle which he wanted to kiss, run his tongue over but didn't. He teased her with a wandering touch that dipped and hesitated toward the valley between her breasts. He gave a crooked, wicked grin at the fast raise and lower of her chest.

Cameron closed her eyes trying to regulate her breathing, trying to keeping her heart from pounding triple time. She wanted to scream, her body was throbbing, aching to be closer to his. She felt every single motion of his nibble fingers and each surge of heat they produced. She sucked down a cry as she felt him start to undo the laces of her vest. She was somehow aware that she had lost her jacket already but was quickly loosing rational though.

This wasn't fun anymore…she decided. No, it was a need now no longer a game. It had stopped being fun ages ago now it was painful a real and tangible struggle.

She wanted him, had always wanted him. She thought she had talked herself out of it after the disaster of their supposed 'date' and his continual rebuff but it was being made painfully obvious that she hadn't succeeded. She had taken such care that she closed down, turned off any romantic feelings towards him. But she wasn't in control. It was him, he had the power to turn her off with his cruel statements, his coldness and rebuke but he too, was the only, as he was proving this very moment, who had the power to turn her on.

"Ok…um," she licked her lips trying to collect her thoughts but was feeling increasing light headed just as House removed her vest, "I think…I think you have enough pictures…" It was a battle with her body and mind to sit up, stopping House's sweltering touch.

"Yeah, I think you're right," House agreed not feeling as victorious as he thought he would. He had succeeded in making her flutter but he also made himself a little flustered too in the process.

He made the first move off the bike and picked up his jacket and remote, clicking off the camera. It took Cameron a little longer to adjust even after she stood against the bike taking deep calming breaths.

"Come on, I'll buy you dinner," House picked up her jacket holding it for her to put on. He thought the goose bumps on her neck and arms were from the cold; they were actually caused by the loss of his touch.

"I look like a two dollar hooker, I can't go anywhere."

"Babe, I've had…I mean I've heard " he amended with a grin, "what a guy gets for two bucks and you are not it…You'd go for at least twenty-five."

She gasped then laughed pushing his shoulder it was meant to be a slug but lost conviction. "Never mind, I think I'd rather just go home and change if it's all the same to you."

"Actually its not; come here," he instructed pulling a pristine, crisp handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "Just come here," he said again with mild frustration as she held back looking unsure.

She stepped to him and he lifted the cloth wiping clear the blood red lipstick then coaxed her eyes closed so he could wipe away some of the heavy black shadow.

"There got rid of that harsh hooker look and you are perfectly acceptable for any restaurant in the city."

Cameron was having a hard time forming words. Was this House? It looked like House, but this man was not acting or sounding like House…

She still hadn't figured out exactly what was going on when House called for her to put on her helmet and get on the bike. It was becoming more and more like The Twilight Zone.


TBC