Jatrina One-Shots

Katrina's Muscles

"Janet!"

I groaned as I heard my name being called from another room.

"What do you want?"

I called back, taking a sip of the wine in my mug.

"Can you go find Katrina? I think she stole my phone."

I groaned again and rose to my feet, walking towards the kitchen. As I got closer I could hear muffled music being played. Just as I rounded the corner and entered the kitchen a black jacket was thrown onto the ground a few feet in front of me. I look up just as Katrina started to flex, every muscle in her upper body being defined and her chest was only being covered by a black sports bra. I gasped as a deep crimson blush crawled up my neck and across my cheeks.

"H-hey Katrina... Kris wants her phone back..."

She ignored me and continued to flex, this time in a different way.

"K-Katrina!"

I said again, trying to get her attention. She stopped flexing and grabbed a phone, I'm guessing that it's Kris' phone, that was leaning against the toaster and tapped something on it before putting it back down and looking towards me. My eyes widened as Katrina smirked at me and began walking in my direction, my blush growing darker the closer she got. She then stopped a few feet away from me and picked up the jacket that she had thrown in my direction just a few minutes ago and turned around to walk back over to the phone, on extra sway in her hips.

"I will give it back to Kris in a few minutes."

She replied, turned back towards me, the smirk still on her face. I nodded and began to walk out of the room, shakily exhaling a breath I did not know I had been holding, downing the rest of the wine in my mug.

Entering the room I had been sitting in before, I sat back down on the couch just as Kris walked in.

"Did you find Katrina?"

I nodded, still in a slight daze at what I had seen.

"What about my phone? Does she have it?"

I nodded again, "Yeah, she said she'll give it back I a few minutes..."

Kris looked at me weirdly, "You ok Janet?"

I nodded, "Yeah,... I'm fine..."

A small crooked smile crossed onto my face as I reached over to the table to grab the wine bottle that was sitting on top of it and poured some of it's contents into my mug.

Kris continued to look at me weirdly for a few more seconds before shrugging and walking out of the room.

I took a sip from my mug and thought, 'I'm fucked'