It was better than the first time, Sokka decided. Not that the first time hadn't been good, of course, but this time they didn't have to contend with Zuko barging in, Sokka repressing his worry about Katara, the danger of someone hearing them...not to mention they knew what they were doing this time.
Yes, definitely better.
Suki lay contentedly against him, arm thrown across his chest and her eyes nearly closed. Clearly she agrees with me. A smug smile crossed his face as he pulled the bedsheet around them.
"'night, Sokka," she murmured, nestling her face into the crook of his neck.
"Sleep well, Suki," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.