A soft breeze that blew in from the open window rustled Maka's golden strands who nestled into the arms of a lanky teenage boy. He looked through his lavender bangs staring at her content smile while looking out into the sleepy setting sun. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm comfortingly, a smile at his lips hardly believing that he was even there with her.

Maka looked up at him with a peculiar face, one of happiness and a tinge of apprehension. "Do you know what tomorrow is, Crona?" she asked in a soft voice.

Crona looked at her, his smile grew knowing very well what she was referring to. He kept track of everyday, cherished them even, since the day she said yes to being his girlfriend. He gave a small nod. "It'll be our one year anniversary," he said happily, like a child answering correctly to a teacher's question.

She knew he wouldn't have forgotten. "That's right. And I have something special in mind for it."

Something special? "Wh-what more could you give me, Maka," he quietly said as he tightened his grip around her, "I already have you."

Maka smiled, a blush forming. His honest words always affected her so strongly. "It's something that two people do when they love each other," Maka wistfully said as she leaned her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek.

"Like, when we kiss?" He liked when they kissed, how her lips were warm and soft to the touch. His mind was dizzy with the urge to feel her lips against his.

Maka shifted her position on the couch to face him. Her hand slid behind his head, tangling her fingers through his silky hair. She felt his heartbeat quicken as she pulled him closer to her. She stared at him for a moment, taking in the information of how his puppy like eyes widened and his lips parted in excitement. She locked her lips with his, holding him in for a deep kiss.

Crona was shocked at first, the feeling of her lips always surprised him in the nicest of ways. Even though he dreamt of their kisses every night, each time they had one it felt like the first. He relaxed into her, wrapping his other arm around her as well, rubbing her back softly as she petted the hair on the back of his head.

A few moments passed before they pulled away slightly panting. Crona blushed as heat ran through his body, and more so in his lower regions. Maka held onto him, staring at his cute reaction as he whimpered with need. "I love you, Crona," she sighed contently.

"I-I love you too, Maka," he stuttered. The sun had gone to bed, and the moon had risen with a grin. Maka sat up, Crona followed her example. "I guess it's time to go to bed," she yawned, "Tomorrow is going to be an exciting day." He smiled at her as she stood up and gave a peck on his forehead. "Sweet dreams Crona," she said as she retreated to her room.

Crona's eyes followed her as her hips swayed and her hair lightly bounced on her shoulders. He then let out a whimper as he felt his member had grown stiff from her kiss and closeness. He didn't know how to deal with such things happening with his body so often because of her, not that he minded too much. Crona sunk his body back into the couch, his bed since he had moved in with Maka and Soul. He hugged his pillow, ignoring his urges and drifted to sleep.

The sun shone into the apartment, bathing it with pure light. Crona fluttered his eyes open, snuggling into his pillow and blanket wishing to sleep a bit more to dream of his lovely angel. He sat up suddenly throwing his blanket off as he realized that while a dream was nice, he could see and touch the real one if he awoke.

Crona knocked at Soul's door to retrieve his clothing. Soul opened the door in his usual sleepwear of boxers. Crona glanced at the floor nervously gripping at his right arm, jealous of how Soul could look so buff and manly compared to his frail looking and lanky frame. "Good morning Crona, I hear today is a big day for you and Maka," Soul grinned with his sharp teeth, moving out of the way to let Crona in.

"Y-yes, that's correct. It's our one year anniversary," Crona said as he gazed happily down at the floor. Crona opened the dresser in which contained his clothing. A year ago he wouldn't have imagined wearing things like boxers, much less pants. But he has grown a steady collection of them from shopping with Maka, and has now gotten used to the constricted feeling he once felt with them. "What should I wear for today?" he muttered.

He felt Ragnarok form on his back. "Why does it matter, you're an ugly fuck either way," Ragnarok stated as he tugged at his meister's ears. "Ow, ow! Why can't you ever just say good morning?" Crona whimpered, his ears burning with pain.

Soul stood next to Crona and peeked into the drawer. "Why don't you wear this?" he said as he pulled out a pair of black and gray plaid skinny jeans, a white button down shirt, and a black buttoned vest. He placed them in Crona's arms and pondered a moment. As he figured what he was thinking he went into his closet and pulled out a matching plaid cabbie hat and a white belt that had two silver chains attached to the side. "There, you oughta look cool in that," Soul said with a sense of pride.

Crona blushed lightly. "Thank you Soul," he said quietly.

Soul grinned. "No problem, you need to look sharp for your girl," he tousled Crona's hair and left the room for Crona to change. Crona held onto the clothes and sat still. Ragnarok drummed his fingers on his meister's head.

"What are you doing Crona?" Ragnarok yawned as he rested himself on Crona's plush hair.

Crona shuddered a bit, and he looked up at his partner, tears crawling down his cheeks. "I-I was just thinking, about all that's happened since I've moved in here. Maka… Soul… everyone has been so nice to me. It's made me happy. But do I really deserve it Ragnarok?" Everything he's done in his past, what he's done to Soul, Maka, to everyone at the DWMA. Those thoughts always crawled from the recesses of his mind, why did they forgive him?

Ragnarok propelled himself forward and stared at Crona upside down. "No, you don't deserve it, you whiny bitch. Not being grateful for what all those dimwits have done for you!" He bonked Crona's head with his fist. "You're a real idiot Crona, you finally get something good in life and you still mope."

Crona smiled as his weapon partner disappeared into his back giving him his privacy to change. I have so many people that care about me… Especially Maka. He cheerfully hummed as he put on the clothes Soul had chosen for him. He looked in the mirror and didn't believe it was him, he looked as cool as Soul always did. Ragnarok popped out again seeing that Crona was finished changing. "You don't look half bad… still a pussy for caring about your looks though, Crona. What happened to just wearing your pansy dress all the time and not caring about your dumb looks? That fat cow's changed you a lot."

A small smile crept onto Crona's lips. He knew that Ragnarok was trying to be nice in his weird way, and Maka has made him do crazy things. But now that he had her, he wanted to keep her forever. He may have been insane before her, but he felt a different kind of crazy now when he was with her

He left Soul's room. Soul was in the kitchen clanging some pans as he cooked some breakfast. He looked up at Crona. "Looking sharp there, Crona," he said as he placed a plate of hearty eggs and bacon in front of Crona. "Eat up, I'm sure you'll need you're energy for today," Soul winked, "Would you like orange juice or coffee?"

Crona pondered for a moment. "O-orange juice," he decided, his heart was already racing from the thought of today and he didn't want coffee to make it go any faster.

Soul poured him a cup and dug into his own food. Crona scarfed down his food, ever since he's moved in with them he's enjoyed the food made for him. It certainly wasn't like in his past, where no food was available to him. He looked around and didn't see Maka anywhere. "Soul? Has Maka come out yet?"

Soul looked up from his plate. "Yeah, she said she was going to shop with Liz and Tsubaki, Blair went with her."

"Oh, for what?" Crona wondered. He had looked forward to seeing her right away and spending the day with her.

Soul grinned widely, "I hear it's a special surprise for you tonight."

Crona's eyes widened. "A surprise! Like a present? Sh-shouldn't I get her one too then?" he fretted.

"You typically do on your anniversary," Soul leaned back in his chair. "I could help you shop if you want."

Crona looked at him his eyes shining with appreciation. "That would be great Soul!"

"Yeah, no problem, let me just get dressed quickly and we'll head out." Soul left to his room.

I wonder what Maka is getting me. And what did she mean we'd do something people who love each other do? Maybe Soul will know, I'll ask him while we find her a gift… WHAT SHOULD I GET MAKA? Crona groaned, why were relationships so hard to deal with?

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my very first attempt at fanfiction. This is the first chapter of An Angel's Touch, and the story is a gift for BosBaBe, and all other CroMa lovers out there! There will be more, a whole plot came from just wanting to write a lemon for BosBaBe, I hope you don't mind all the fluff that builds up to it.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!