A/N: This takes place on a Muggle beach during James and Lily's honeymoon. Enjoy!
"Sod off, Lily!"
"Shut up, James; this is going to help you feel better."
"How is rubbing some sort of Muggle glue all over my poor, abused back going to make me feel better? Merlin's pants, love, that's like saying to swallow hot coals for an earache!"
"Shhh! Keep your voice down; the Muggles will get curious! And you're sunburned, James, not 'abused'!"
"What is that sticky, foul-smelling gunk, anyway?"
"Aloe vera gel; it comes from a plant, and it will soothe your burns if you just let me put it on you! And it's not foul-smelling; you smell like a tomato."
"Oh, yes, my dear, because tomato is the newest in rugged, manly fragrances!"
"Tomatoes are cute. I happen to love tomatoes."
"Well, I don't! They're red and round with green on one end, and I happen to find them very sinister."
"You look like a tomato."
"What?"
"You heard me! You're as red as one, and you've got green trunks on, darling."
"I do not!"
"You're naked? Oh, shield the children!"
"Why must you torment me so?"
"Torment you, my dear tomato? I wouldn't dream of such a thing!"
"You're crackers."
"Of course I am, James. I married you, didn't I?"
"You married me because you love me. Admit it.
"
"Alright, so what if I do?"
"Well, then, I'd have to say that I love you, too. And that this 'hallow beera' stuff is actually working!"
"Aloe vera, love, and I am glad you feel better."
"I still smell like a tomato."
"I still think you're cute."
"James?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You've got sand on your lips."
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A/N: This is my first James/Lily story, and also my first dialogue-only fic, so I'd appreciate it if you'd tell me what you think.