((AN: This was cowritten with LJ user Julius12 and beta'd by lj user wildebrian. They are awesome! Written for femslashdaily's porn challenge. The prompt was flower.))
Put the juice of the flower into the Greek's eyes, Puck thought to himself. The Greek's eyes. He flitted through the trees, searching for the Greek man Oberon had told him of. He saw him, lying at a distance from his lady. He paused, about to pour a bit into the man's eyes, and smiled wickedly. He'd tell Oberon of this "mistake" later.
Helena ran through the bushes, searching for her Demetrius. She came across, really tripped upon, her friend Hermia.
"Hermia!" She gasped, shaking her friend. If she had died, if Demetrius had hurt her, he wouldn't, would he? He couldn't? Not Hermia, if he'd hurt Hermia, she would kill him, love or no love.
Hermia opened her eyes onto Helena's relieved face. "Helena…" She said, and reached up to touch her friend's face.
"Hermia, thou art alive!" Helena smiled down at her friend. She was not expecting what happened next.
Hermia pulled Helena's head down and kissed her deeply.
"Hermia!" Helena squeaked. "What dost thou do?"
"Kissing the one I love," Hermia said, smiling warmly at Helena.
"But…thou lovest Lysander! And I love Demetrius!" Helena said breathlessly.
"Shh, 'twas but a passing fancy. 'Tis thee I love, forever."
"Nay…"
"Remember our younger days? We were not afraid then, before Demetrius and Lysander showed their faces."
"Well…" Helena still hesitated.
"Shh," Hermia said, rolling over so that she lay on top of Helena. "I love thee."
Hermia leaned down and kissed Helena, softly at first, then firmer, more forceful, finally taking advantage of Helena's open mouth and sneaking in her tongue. Hermia explored every inch of Helena's mouth, and at last Helena gave in and reciprocated, running her fingers lovingly through Hermia's hair. Eventually their lips parted company, and Hermia snaked her way to Helena's neck with light kisses.
Helena made a feeble attempt to rise, but Hermia firmly pushed her down onto the soft moss. Hermia kissed her way down onto Helena's chest, but there found her way blocked by cloth.
"Need dictates the removal of thine chiton, sweet Helena," spoke Hermia, tugging at the neckline with her fingertips.
"What if we were to be come upon? T'would be most unseemly," replied Helena.
"Well then I must remove mine as well, so you shall not blush alone."
Both women set to work at shedding their garments, managing the action more quickly than in usual circumstances. Hermia again fell upon the now naked Helena with vigor, and began at once to cover her breasts with soft kissing. Hermia spent some time suckling at Helena's right breast, then her left, and continued to softly rub them as she kissed still further downward.
Hermia spent some time softly attending to Helena's stomach and lower belly, rather surprising Helena by poking the end of her tongue into Helena's bellybutton and out again like summer lightning. Sooner than expected she was between Helena's legs. Hermia ran her fingers over the hair playfully, and Helena shuddered.
Helena let the sensations wash over her as Hermia kissed her just as heartily as before, this time more intimately. It continued until Helena thought she would die of pleasure, and found herself crying out to the forest at large. Hermia did not cease until Helena had again grown silent. Then Hermia crawled back up to kiss Helena again on the mouth, and lie down with her in a calm embrace.
Lysander awoke to find Hermia and Helena asleep, snuggled together, naked. He also saw Demetrius, looking at them with contempt.
"Women," Demetrius said, and spit on the ground. "How fickle their hearts!"
Lysander nodded, and their eyes met. Without a word, they clasped hands and walked into the forest.
Invisible to mortal eyes, Robin Goodfellow laughed madly. This was more fun than what his master had planned.