It seemed instead of Keith getting some sleep, Zebel had  completely fallen under that spell, sleeping for just a little bit til the sound of counting interrupted her dreams. Angry lines formed on her face as she peeked opened her eyes. Her gaze came level to Keith as he was on the floor doing push-ups now. The man was so hard-headed yet... the flex of those muscles and the way his body rode up and down on that play of strength.  She hated this.. the effect that he had on her.. she had never known anyone to get under her skin the way he did, she lost control of her mind more times then she could count.<br/><br/>As that little bit of thought went through her head she didn't catch it but her form was already on the move. She came to stand in front of him before lowering down so that she laid her back with their heads facing one another. As he pushed up Zebel came to slid under his lifted up form so that when he came back down Zebel had the perfect chance to kiss his lips, a small brush of lips before he would raise back up for another push-up.<br/><br/>"Thats a work... how long can you keep doing it I wonder."<br/><br/>There was a slight smirk to her lips as he was at some point coming to lower down over her, another kiss before he would raise back up again. Her gaze was constantly watching him as she laid under his form, more or less hoping he didn't crush her if his arms gave out.