Toph and Suki embraced their lover. They held him tightly, jealously to their bosoms.
The three of them lay in bed. Toph, Sokka, and Suki. They wore modest nightgowns, nothing very racy.
This embrace was not about sex.
"We missed you."
Suki nuzzled her cheek into the crook of Sokka's neck.
"I missed you girls, too," Sokka replied.
He wrapped his arms around the two.
Around his wife. His mistress.
"Send a letter next time," Toph muttered. She squeezed his wrist, just short of bruising.
"A letter?"
Toph blushed.
"...S-Suki can read it."
Sokka chuckled.
"So she can."