Author's note: This was inspired by fic simplicity's prompt #2, summer rain.
Prompt 17, Strawberry wine
He'd never had strawberry wine.
But as he kissed her, he imagined that was what her kisses tasted like. Like a summer fruit, sweet, ethereal, full of promise. He pushed her dark, heavy, wet hair back and away, tilting her rain-kissed face up so he could again taste her lips, ripe and red like the fruit. In the warm, summer downpour of a Tracy Island December, he had his first sip of strawberry wine, and it only made him thirst for more.
Her green eyes were closed as she breathed, "Oh, Alan."
He smiled, and kissed her once more.