A/N: Just a short little sequel to 'A Broken Ankle.'
Kakashi stood in the doorway of the room that Sakura used as her office while at the hospital.
Her back was to him as she leafed through sheets of paper, seemingly just for something to occupy her hands.
"Sakura." Kakashi spoke gently.
Sakura turned around to face him; her lips pressed firmly together. He knew she was waiting, expecting something from him. She wanted a decision. She wanted him. And this thought somehow terrified and excited him at the same time.
They'd been dancing around the obvious for so long now. The attraction was there. And they both cared about each other.
Kakashi looked away from her and to the floor. He was sure he looked awkward, he felt it too. But he was determined to do this for himself. He was ready to make the change.
"I have been thinking about it, Sakura," he said. "A lot. And... you're right."
He smiled, wanting to give Sakura no doubt, holding out his hand and looking at her intently. "I don't want to be without you."
Sakura stared at him, looking him over. He knew she must be hesitant still, and he couldn't blame her.
She moved forward slowly, looking at his hand as she took it in hers. And she stood before him, her green eyes now calm, loving.
"Finally." She said.