I read this all in one breathless go, and... man. Simple, straightforward, and great.

"Stop it," she fussed, slapping his grabby fingers away. "I'm trying to make a point here. And the point is...I'm Buffy, and you're Spike, and we're here because we choose to be. And in the end, that's all that matters. We don't need a supernatural seal of approval. We've got everything we need right here."

This is my magic fairy godmother of Spuffy stories. Everything I always wanted. (clasps it tight)

She didn't even want to see what Giles's note said. Free will, indeed.

And the kitchen sex was hawt!