sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam sat at the table and listened to Jo singing along with the radio, watching her as she moved about the kitchen with a kind of free and easy purpose that he realised, silently, he had never felt for himself. As he sat there he found himself wondering what that felt like, and it wasn't until she turned her attention on him again that he realised he had been indulging himself in trains of thought best left untouched. That was something he hadn't allowed himself to do in years, it wasn't healthy for him to do that, and doing so had brought him nothing but unhappiness in his life for the most part.
The food smelled good and Sam couldn't deny the way his stomach growled when Jo set the plate down in front of him but as was so often the case his Omega tendencies won out over everything else, much as they had when he'd met August for the first time and the other male had bought him lunch. It had been a meal very much like this, actually, Sam realised. He found himself wondering if Jo had noticed him at the dinner table when a few of the Summers Pack were together, how he wouldn't touch anything on his plate for the majority of the meal, until everyone else was much further along than him. Now would be no different.
Omegas didn't eat before their superiors. Before their betters. It wouldn't be right for Sam to dig in -- as Jo had put it -- before she had taken her fill first. That was just the natural way of things.