This is a simple little fic with a homey sort of feeling to it. The scene you describe sounds both comfortable and sexy. I like the way the strawberries have a private symbology for the lovers.
Of course the last two paragraphs are devastating in the face of the rest of the story. It is a quiet calm kind of devastation somehow, just a sense of hopelessness.
It makes the Turks just seem very human because this could almost happen to any two lovers.